Day 159: St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?
01/08/08 09:15 PM Filed in: Austria
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Day 159
— St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?
08-January-1972 (Samstag–Sat.)
So who is
Ingrid? I love that name. Why didn’t I marry her?
Well, she was one of the English girls I danced with
last night. So, I leave Ingrid in St. Anton; make
plans to meet her in England in the summer; take the
train to Innsbruck; have dinner with Elisabeth; make
plans to meet her during Easter. I’m either
incredibly suave, handsome, and debonair, with all
the pretty women, or I’m extremely naïve, don’t get
it, and can’t figure out what is going on.
I think that, even today, I’m still incredibly naïve (with women). And I still can’t figure them out. Everything’s normal.
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08-January-1972 (Samstag–Sat.)
I think that, even today, I’m still incredibly naïve (with women). And I still can’t figure them out. Everything’s normal.
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Day 152: Glückliches Neues Jahr; New Year’s Day concert; off to St. Anton
Day 152
— Glückliches Neues Jahr; New Year’s Day concert; off
to St. Anton
01-January-1972 (Sat.)
What a
day! That’s how I end today’s reflections. I get into
standing room for the world-famous New Year’s Day
concert by the Vienna Philharmonic that features
waltzes and polkas by Johann Strauss’ I and II, dad
and son. What fun! Then, I head off on the train to
the Austrian Alps, stop in Innsbruck to give
Elisabeth a gift, and then head on to the
world-famous ski resort of St. Anton for a week of
skiing.
What a day! What a year!
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01-January-1972 (Sat.)
What a day! What a year!
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Day 144: Goodbye Innsbruck; Christmas Eve
Day 143: Skiing Mutters
12/23/07 09:47 AM Filed in: Austria
Day 143
— Skiing Mutters
23-December-1971 (Thur.)
Today is
my last skiing day in Innsbruck. I hit Mutters
mountain and find some icy skiing. Yes, skiing
matters, I mean Mutters. A quick goodbye to my
newly-found ski partner, Elisabeth. I will miss her.
I am reminded of a ski story with my wife, Olga. Looking for ski partners. Read More...
23-December-1971 (Thur.)
I am reminded of a ski story with my wife, Olga. Looking for ski partners. Read More...
Day 142: Skiing Igls with Elisabeth
12/22/07 09:24 PM Filed in: Austria
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Day 142
— Skiing Igls with Elisabeth
22-December-1971 (Wed.)
A short
day of skiing with Elisabeth. Trying to do too much
in too short a time. Igls has sunny skiing, providing
a day of good skiing and picture taking.
Being a student is a bond that facilitates meeting other students internationally. Being young is a special time. Enjoy it, responsibly.
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22-December-1971 (Wed.)
Being a student is a bond that facilitates meeting other students internationally. Being young is a special time. Enjoy it, responsibly.
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Day 141: Great skiing at Igls
12/21/07 10:47 PM Filed in: Austria
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Day 141
— Great skiing at Igls
21-December-1971 (Tue.)
A great
day of skiing at Innsbruck’s Igls mountain. The
weather was sunny and the snow was in perfect
condition (not icy). I have a great dinner and
conversation with Elisabeth. I keep mentioning my mom
and seek Sigmund Freud’s help.
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21-December-1971 (Tue.)
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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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