Day 12

We are fascinated by a church cemetery in Salzburg where wrought iron replaces traditional headstones and every grave site is a miniature flower garden. I'm even more fascinated by a cheese-dumpling soup at a nearby dinner house. By nightfall we arrive at our campsite in Innsbruck, Austria. It is closed and under reconstruction. A nearby hotel refers us to a campground two miles away, behind a pizza parlor. The guy wants 50 euros. He knows he's the only game in town. At his counter, he has brochures for that hotel. Quid pro quo. It's not until the light of morning we realize we're nestled among snow-capped mountains. Pictured: Innsbruck, Austria
Tom Gorman
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