Lech

Greetings from Ober lech. The weather is gorgeous...warm days and thunder storms at night. I cannot explain how thrilled the three of us are by these storms. Our first night we watch good ol Deutschland win third place in the world cup....it seems they almost always do pretty well...third in the last two world cups, and second in the European championship. Apparently organization and deep knee bends get you at least half way.
Anyway, we watched a great game and then were treated to a storm the likes of which none of us had ever seen. There was so much lightening that the sky was almost constantly lit up, but it was a storm so high up that there was almost no sound. Incredible. We stared in awe for a long time, until I said what we were all thinking: God clearly is a fan of Uruguay.
Today Thomas and I walked uphill a really long way, just to the edge when I was thinking I really hate hills and come to think of it..hate everything....until we got to the top and put on the ipods and just ran...I know..bizarre..but it is along a flat, flower filled mountain train with all of lech beneath you and the legs are so happy to be in fast motion that it is the best feeling...thomas cannot get over it...it is euphoria. That is what it is.
The funny part is you pass people who think you are some sort of crazed athletes...one old guy even mumbled "People are in such a hurry-no one has any time any more!
Then we went to lunch and dashing Gerold turned up in black on a vintage motorcycle. Katia is working unpaid for a few weeks at a restaurant in Copenhagen that was just rated the best restaurant in the world. They went for dinner I guess and were so impressed that they asked if people could hang around the kitchen and chop things..this is something people like Katia think is fun. So she and the head chef at the Schneider hotel are there picking herbs or washing herbs..who knows...but it is 12 hour days and we wont see her until August. Bad. But good is when we see her, she will sure as hell know her herbs.
tomorrow we will lay low, then go for dinner at the Schneiders where Gerold intends to cook for us. This I gotta see.