Our adorable alpinists left yesterday, and the house is so sad. Albert looks especially dejected because he thought he finally had the family he wanted: a person to play with in every room.
I don't say this lightly, but we might be better people after having spent time with these two. Rarely have I met people with such joy for every single thing life has to offer: mountains, and sea and coffee and late nights dancing to Tommy's band, and the Mission and the Haight and the seventh annual naked bicycle race (oh san francisco...)-absolutely everything delighted them.
They were sort of beautiful rays of light circling our house for a few days.
Of course most people who met them thought they were these affable Austrians here for a holiday. But they are elite mountaineers who live literally and figuratively on the edge. Just as bad ass as they come; but in an adorable package. Obviously I will try to avoid skiing with them because their zest for life will surely get me killed.
Ramona is also a professional photographer and she has a book on cows (not making this up) on Amazon...stay tuned for the title.
Selfie above was thanks to the insane arm length of Matthias...he is a walking selfie stick.
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