The Story of a PictureA picture can say more than thousands words ...- or it can need more than 1000 steps to get it. So it happened with the following one, which was shot in the last year in summer
It was on a saturday during lunchtime, when I reached the small village with the many hills surrounding it. When I left the railway station, I made a short stop and took a deep breath of fresh air. "What a lovely place in midst of all this forested hills".
My eyes went along the hill range and a big cross caught my attention:" How big will it be? It is so good visible from here," I thought by myself. " I would like to have a closer look at it" I sighed. There would be not enough time for it.
It was the 80. birthday of my aunt and she had invited the relatives into a hotel in this lovely small mountain village. I was the latest newcomer, because all others had checked in the evening before.
"Your aunt has expected you earlier, but now all have left the hotel for a sightseeing tour in the surroundings. They will back at evening for a big dinner!" I was informed by the man behind the reception.
So I brought my small baggage up to the hotelroom, took my digitalcamera and a village map, and left the hotel again.
Where could they be? I looked around up to the hills, looked in my map. I could not come to a conclusion. " I do not know!" had the receptionist answered my question with an apologizing gaze . "They can be everywhere!"
Perhaps to comfort me a little bit he had added:" Perhaps you should go up the big mountain . You know, that one with the ski lift!" I remembered! He continued "There is a sightseeing restaurant and I have heard, that they wanted to take there coffee and cakes later."
I looked up to that hill. Ok, perhaps I should follow that advice. It would take me some to get up there. I looked at my watch: 2 o`clock p.m . "May be they will take coffee and cakes at four o`clock."
continuation will follow
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