Traditions often seem quaint; the past, a bygone. All that is all the worse when they are traditions where one grew up, but not traditions one grew up with. After all, often enough, we give up on traditions even – or all the more – when we grew up with them. In a foreign country and culture, there is a chance that we
An opportunity taken, the familiar landscape of the Höllengebirge seen from a different perspective… Going to the Traunsee, up to the Feuerkogel – given how often I’ve been there, it seems like a walk around the neighborhood. We don’t usually know our neighborhoods quite as well, aren’t as fully at home in them as we’d like to think, though – and when
May 1 has been a while ago, but with an annual activity in a not-prominent but interesting place, I’m still thinking of the little at-home-making adventuring I did around that time. Not likely a place/organization that many non-Austrians have heard of, Arche Noah (which translates as Noah’s Ark) in Schiltern, Lower Austria, is basically our version of a Native Seeds/Search. In a former
“The ‘What the F* Am I Doing That For?’ Feeling“… That’s the thought I got in my head in the middle of the Hochkönigman (Marathon Trail) race, which has been advertising itself with “The ‘Winners Never Give Up’ Feeling“. Maria Alm, where we started and finished, is pretty enough.
You want to make yourself at home somewhere, you will be there, go in circles, find the change, and learn from it. Sometimes, you will do so returning to places and races, and quite by chance…