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Chasing lakes and waterfalls in Aus-cro-slo-aus… part five

Friday morning, we woke up to fog and chilly weather. On Thursday night, I had turned on The Crown, Netflix’s series about the British Royal Family. I had seen all of the episodes, but Bill hadn’t, so we quickly got hooked. While we ate breakfast, we watched another episode of The Crown as we made our plans for our time in Croatia. In retrospect, we should have made more of an effort to make plans before we got to Croatia, but I think COVID and the uncertainty of what might happen at any border, kind of made of reluctant to book ahead.

I knew we definitely wanted to see the lakes, but it wasn’t possible for us to visit on Friday. Visitors can purchase tickets online at least 24 hours in advance or at the gate on the day of the visit– but tickets can only be bought on site if the tickets haven’t already sold out. We had already tried to buy tickets for the Krka River National Park and found them sold out online, which is why we didn’t also visit there during our trip. In retrospect, I’m glad we didn’t buy tickets for the other park. I’ll explain why in the next post.

So we decided to take a drive, eat lunch in a restaurant, and have a look around. That wasn’t a bad compromise, as there were a lot of leaves changing color. There are also some sites nearby that, if we had been more curious, we might have stopped and looked at. I was content to enjoy very fresh trout, likely from the lakes, which I could see were brimming with fish.

First, we had to find a restaurant that was open. We stopped at one place, but Bill said he didn’t have any Kuna, which is the Croatian currency. Although Croatia is a very card friendly place, we found our in Wels, Austria that not every place takes credit cards. The Greek restaurant where we ate was a cash only establishment. So Bill decided to look for an ATM, only to find TWO of them at the first restaurant and at the place next to it. We ended up eating at Plitvice Holiday Resort, which had a huge menu, friendly service, and it looked like a lot of lodging options, particularly for active types.

The cheerful blonde waitress spoke excellent English and happily brought us a couple of Croatian beers while we decided on lunch. For me, it was easy… I was having trout. Bill decided to have pork skewers. Unfortunately, both dishes came with mushrooms in the garnishes. I noticed that the Croatians are very fond of mushrooms, which is not fun for a person with mycophobia. The restaurant at the resort got mixed reviews, but we had a good experience there. We also enjoyed watching the Croatians at a neighboring table. The wine was flowing very freely, even though it was early afternoon.

After lunch, we kept driving for awhile, checking out the beautiful scenery and interesting scenes in what was once a socialist country that most Americans couldn’t visit. Having lived in the former Soviet Union, I am kind of fascinated by Eastern Europe, especially when there are still signs of the past. Slovenia doesn’t look at all like it was once part of Yugoslavia. It’s very westernized. But Croatia still has some reminders of the past. As you can see from the photos below, I concentrated mostly on the natural beauty of the region.

It was almost dark when we got back to the house. It was chilly and the wind was blowing. We were almost out of wood, so Bill went over to the caretaker’s house to ask where the wood was. He ended up getting invited over for homemade brandy. He called me, and I went over to the caretaker’s house. We sat outside, drank brandy, and talked. It turned out brandy was the only spirit the caretaker, name of Duje, would drink. He told us he had once been a pilot for Yugoslavia, and had flown all over the world to places in Africa and South America. He met his wife in Belgrade, and they eventually moved to Korenica, where they’ve been since 1968.

Duje showed us some of his hunting trophies, as well as the chickens he keeps. He has a couple of dogs, a small black one that had a house in his front yard, and a larger black one who was penned up near the chickens. We saw the bigger dog frolicking in the field behind the house one morning. I felt a little sorry for him. He seemed lonely.

Duje’s wife, whom he called “Babba”, was adorable. She brought out cookies and made Turkish coffee for us. At one point, Duje shouted for her attention. He muttered that she doesn’t hear so well anymore. But she does make a hell of a fire. After we visited, she came back to the house with us, helped Bill gather wood, and made us another roaring fire in the fireplace! We got back to watching The Crown and enjoyed Croatian wines and snacks, since lunch filled us up. Maybe we should have tried to do more on Friday, but there’s something to be said for resting and soaking up the atmosphere… especially since Saturday was the opposite of restful!

I love how, on our travels, we somehow always manage to meet interesting people. When we lived near Stuttgart, we heard many stories from Greeks who had prestigious careers before they came to Germany and opened Greek restaurants. Our old friend, the late “Mad Scientist” in Entringen, had been an engineer in Canada before love brought him to Germany. And the proprietor at the Greek restaurant at the Sportsplatz in our old town of Jettingen had been a pilot for Lufthansa. He had a Korean wife. Probably met her in his flying days… but who knows?

Anyway, Duje and his wife are now country folks who are lucky enough to live in a beautiful part of Croatia. We were glad to meet them and share brandy with them. We probably would not have had that experience at a hotel in a bigger town.

Stay tuned for part six, which will feature beautiful photos… and many complaints about my aging and aching body.

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Appel-Happel apple fest!

A little birdie told me that today would be the last sunny, warm day for awhile. So Bill, Arran, and I decided to go to Mainz to the annual apple festival at Appel-Happel. I had not been to this place before, but it appears to be a big apple market that also hosts events. I see on their official Web site that there are other events happening into November. There’s also an on site restaurant.

We didn’t stay long at the fest because there were a lot of people and Arran isn’t used to hanging out with us at fests. However, I am very proud of the way Arran behaved. He was mostly a perfect gentleman, with only a couple of loud outbursts. At one point, he even made a friend with a long haired American who drove a German car with Kaiserslautern plates. The guy clearly thought we were Germans, because though we spoke perfect English, he said danke schön after he petted Arran. He also said he has basset hounds. As we were headed to the car to leave, we encountered the same guy driving out and he leaned out the window and said, “Bye, Mr. Beagle!”

The festival had food and lots of apple inspired treats to include cider, juice, and wines, as well as apple cakes, strudel, and chocolate dipped apples. There was also entertainment in the form of dancing and music, bouncy house and playground equipment for the kids, and the opportunity to pick apples in the orchards. We already have a tree that dumps more apples than we can possibly eat, so we were content to just enjoy the libations. Here are some photos from today’s outing.

I was very pleased by how well behaved Arran was. He doesn’t go out much because he gets overwhelmed, but he was so good this time, maybe he’ll take him out more often. There were other dogs there, too, along with many children. We decided not to eat there because most of what was offered was wurst and pommes and we have better stuff here at home. But it was definitely a nice festival. We’ll have to go again next year, if we’re still living here.

The fest ends at 6:00pm, but I can see there are a lot of chances to visit Appel-Happel. Maybe we’ll get another opportunity soon.

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Beer and Fucking Tour… massages and crashes…

Saturday morning, Bill and I got up and had a typical breakfast of fresh bread, fruit, boiled eggs, and cold cuts, then took a short walk through the countryside.  It was interesting to do that without the dogs with us.  Austria has lots of nature trails and we enjoyed walking through the woods without having to worry about our dogs going nuts.  I liked that there were helpful signs about the nature we might see during our walk.  My German is getting decent enough that I could understand some of it.

Breakfast…

They had a nice spread at the Moorhof.  I liked that the waitresses, almost everywhere we went, wore dirndls.

On the wall of the hotel… Dorfibm is actually the village where the Moorhof is.

It’s election time.

Cute little sign asking people to keep their dogs on a leash.  I translated the sign faster than Bill did, because I understood “deathly afraid”.  My dad used to wonder why I was “deathly afraid” (his words) of mushrooms when I was a child.  Blame my sadistic sisters.

The beginning of the trail.  Curiously, someone apparently lost their shorts.

Old Maypole.

We had massages scheduled for 11:00 and 11:30, so we made plans to stay close to the hotel.  Bill had some homework to do for his class.  One complaint we had about the Moorhof is that they use a “code” system for their Internet.  They give you a temporary code good for 24 hours and just one device.  It made things tough for us, because I am an Internet junkie and Bill had work to do.  But when he asked for an extra code, the hotel proprietor was fine with supplying one.  That was nice.

At 11:00, I went down to the “wellness area” in the hotel, which includes a pool with jets at one end, a solarium, sauna, steam room, and of course, the beer bath.  The massage therapist was finishing up with the younger lady we’d seen at dinner the first night.  When I went in for my massage, I was a little nervous, partly because Aunt Flow was in full swing and I was feeling a little icky.  Also, while I really do enjoy massages, I get nervous when people I don’t know touch me.  But since it was part of the package, I took off my shirt and laid down on the table.  The therapist was very good at her job.  She mentioned that she was just helping out over the weekend and works in Salzburg as she made my neck crack a few times.

Bill said that when she gave him his massage, she immediately found the area where he has arthritis in his shoulder.  She said it was very hard, though she worked to loosen it a bit.  I wish I had brought some euros to tip the therapist because I think she was expecting a tip.  Unfortunately, I never know what the etiquette is for this kind of thing in Europe.  In the US, it’s a given that you always tip service providers, but it’s not always like that here.  One time in Poland, I got a massage and seemed to insult the therapist by trying to give her too much.  But anyway, we got through the massages and were pretty relaxed… but then we got in the car and went in search of a store so I could pick up some essential Aunt Flow supplies and we could find lunch.

We finally found a Spar (Austrian grocery store) and I bought chocolate, wine, Godiva liqueur, and feminine hygiene supplies.  I almost beaned Bill while standing in line because he was being annoying and, let’s face it, I was crabby.  I would get crabbier as the day wore on and we started looking for lunch.  Although there are a few places in the area around the Moorhof, it really is pretty rural and sometimes parking is a challenge.  Also, I can be pretty indecisive about some things.

We drove around and Bill annoyed some Austrian drivers, who all seemed to have somewhere important to go and needed to pass us post haste.  The GPS kept sending us to places that were either closed or located on very narrow country roads.  At one point, we drove up a steep hill and literally almost crashed into a wedding, complete with a full brass band.  But then we passed the church and stopped at an abandoned gasthaus, which overlooked some truly beautiful countryside…

Wouldn’t I love to own land like this someday?

I knew we needed to find lunch soon, because on one very narrow country lane, Bill dodged one speedy Austrian driver, then was confronted by a large tractor pulling a trailer.  He exclaimed “Oh shit!” just as the tractor made a last minute left turn.

I suggested we head back to the hotel.  On the way back, we ended up in a little town called Handenberg.  As we drove down the main drag, we noticed a little hotel and a couple of guys sitting in the biergarten.  There was plenty of parking, too.  We pulled in and sat outside, enjoying the marvelous weather and a couple of beers.

Yet another dirndl clad lady at the Gasthaus Scharinger brought us this… I had tagliatelle with shrimps, zucchini, and cherry tomatoes.  Bill had pork again.  He likes swine.  This was a delicious lunch!

While we were sitting outside, several guys showed up wearing uniforms.  I had spotted one in the hotel lobby as I was on my way to the ladies room.  He had a tuba.  I correctly surmised that they were part of a band.  After they had lunch, they practiced and warmed up.  Several older men in different uniforms showed up; they looked like maybe they were military guys.  And then, after we had some apple strudel, Bill paid the check.  I’d swear we ran into the same wedding party whose wedding we almost crashed.  But I’m not certain about that.  I would have liked to have stayed and listened to the music.  I could see that the staff was setting up for an event and the folks who were gathered outside the hotel were all dressed up.

Austrian apple strudel.  It tasted kind of eggy

We had to get going, though, because at 5:00, we had a date with the beer spa!

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