Pretty sure leaving a Christmas Day post up for weeks at a time does very little to build-up blog readership. Might as well have included some Maria Carey/Christina Agulera Christmas duets playing on a loop. If anyone out there needs any tips on increasing traffic at your blog...you know who *not* to call! Giggle!
Seriously. Do exactly the opposite of everything I do here. Guaranteed instant blogging success. Personally, I prefer sabotaging myself, which keeps pressure---and not surprisingly, readership exceptionally low. Tip of the day: Always, always cultivate a sense of disappointment in your readers. Then, BE the disappointment.
Believe it or not, the Xmas tree has been down for weeks. The decorations have been put away. The Christmas music has been silenced. Thank God. Most, if not all, of the Christmas chocolate has been consumed in very few sittings. In short, it's business as usual here.
It was a wonderful Christmas, though, with my sister B and her handsome hubby here. Spent a few days here at home, then drove down to Garmisch for five days--where we played in the snow and ate too much.
As always, it was filled with laughter, occasional sledding-induced injuries/slight losses of bladder control...and complete exhaustion.
The sledding was incredible--as always.
After taking the cable car up to the top, it takes us about 45 minutes to sled down the mountain. It's exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. We've only managed to get two full runs in before we're all wiped.
This was our lunch the day we sledded down Eckbauer Mountain:
Leberknoedelsuppe. Translation? Liverball soup. At least, that's how I translate it. And you know what? It wasn't half-bad. I was starving, of course. And freezing. And desperate to put something in the empty cavernous black hole that is my stomach. So there was that. Jesus. I really did eat that? Should've made THAT photo the header at the top of this post. Then, the few readers who actually showed up would turn away with disgust. Hahaha! There's another tip! I should get paid for these.
Anyhow, I did have the added bonus of emailing back and forth with Paola while I was in Bavaria. She was in Tirol, playing in the snow--which wasn't far from where we were. We waved to one another from the highest mountain tops and toasted each other with our beers. Prost, Paola!
Will be back soon with more photos from our trip...beautiful Oberammergau and amazing Munich. Just wait till you see the shop I saw in Munich FILLED WITH MUSHROOMS. You KNOW YOU CAN'T RESIST SEEING THE MUSHROOMS.