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        Day 140: Skiing; Elisabeth; naked men in a sauna
              12/20/07 08:00 PM Filed in: Austria
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              Day 140
              — Skiing, Elisabeth, naked men in a sauna
              
20-December-1971 (Mon.)
              
                
              I have an
              extremely long journal post today. Why? I love
              Innsbruck. It was an incredible fun-filled day. From
              rain in Innsbruck to snow in Seegrube, to the extreme
              but pleasant torture of an Innsbruck health
              spa—complete with sauna, cold bath, hot and cold foot
              and body baths, and naked men in saunas.
              
              
There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding.
              
              
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          20-December-1971 (Mon.)
              There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding.
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            Day 139: Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School
              12/19/07 09:31 PM Filed in: Austria
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              Day 139
              — Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School
              
19-December-1971 (Sun.)
              
              
                
              My first
              day of skiing in the Austrian Alps is at Seegrube. I
              take lessons to improve my paralleling—after all this
              is Austria. If they can’t teach me to ski, no one
              can. I love it. I love the fresh air. Just thinking
              about it, I want to go back. Right now!
              
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          19-December-1971 (Sun.)
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Day 138: Arrival in Innsbruck
              12/18/07 08:11 PM Filed in: Austria
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              Day 138
              — Arrival in Innsbruck
              
18-December-1971 (Sat.)
              
                
              I’m in
              Innsbruck. Yay, my first look at the Austrian Alps,
              or any Alps for that matter. A little bit of
              sightseeing and then I get ready for some exciting
              skiing tomorrow. St. Anne's column in Innsbruck's old
              town is a well-known landmark.
              
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          18-December-1971 (Sat.)
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Day 135: “Letter Home” is finished
              Day 135
              — “Letter Home” is finished
              
15-December-1971 (Wed.)
              
                
              A good
              full day. I finish my electronic music letter. I plan
              on taking a skiing trip to Innsbruck. I see a second
              Anton Heiler organ concert.
              
              
Yay. Yay. Yay.
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          15-December-1971 (Wed.)
              Yay. Yay. Yay.
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Day 092: Tights, tutus, and tippie-toes
              Day 92
              —Tights, tutus, and tippie-toes
              
02-November-1971 (Tue.)
              
              
                
              Excitement
              stirs. Plans for a skiing vacation are formulating. I
              talk a bit about my regret of not traveling more in
              life. Damn Euro/dollar ratio. Damn time.
              
              
I enjoy my first ballet in Vienna—Swan Lake. There are men in tights, women in tutus, and lots of tippie-toes.
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          02-November-1971 (Tue.)
              I enjoy my first ballet in Vienna—Swan Lake. There are men in tights, women in tutus, and lots of tippie-toes.
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