The day has finally come. You know which one I’m talking about: the day when I’m ready to go home. I love all the places I’ve seen, but the weather forecast calls for more rain and clouds the next few days, and I just want to sleep in my own bed and stop living out of a suitcase.
Hallstatt was a great little town, and being able to wander the streets without the crowds this morning was very peaceful. I did manage to grab the iconic photo with a little sun before the clouds set in.
I also stopped to take a couple of pictures at the cemetery. Unlike in the US, cemetery plots are rented and not bought in Germany and Austria. If a grave is not tended to regularly, your body and marker are removed to make room for others. Which is why all of the cemetery plots have well-kept mini gardens and people frequently around tending to them.
I decided I wanted to take the scenic route from Hallstatt to Garmisch (technically, Garmisch-Partenkirchen; the two towns were forced, by Adolf Hitler, to merge for the 1936 Olympics which were held here) rather than retracing my route back through Berchtesgaden. So I took a more southerly route across Austria to Innsbruck and then back up into Germany. Which would probably have been nice if it hadn’t been overcast and then drizzly. The route is surrounded by mountains. The only stop I made was in Gosau to see the beautiful Gosauseen (probably much prettier on a sunny day!).
My Bavarian-style hotel is just a couple of blocks from the town center in Garmisch. I wasn’t sure what to expect from Garmisch, but I would describe it as the North Conway of Bavaria. Picture a few souvenir shops mixed with Bavarian restaurants and designer clothing stores and you’ll have Garmisch. Dinner was roast pork with potato dumplings and an amazing apple strudel at Restaurant Alpenhof in Garmisch.