From Salzburg, we decided to go to the Bavarian Mountains. It was cold and rainy, but that's what we had always wanted to do. We kept on getting apologies from the locals, explaining that the weather is usually really nice and sunny around this time of year, and we begged them to stop telling us that, else we would fall into a depressed stupor during our trip. Who wants that?! We were sad about the dreary snow and rain that followed us everywhere we went, but we wanted to make the best of it! We were in Europe, after all, and it is still pretty despite the dreary weather.
So we went up the mountains.
We rode alongside one of the prettiest rivers I had ever seen, which I found out later was called Berchtesgadener Ache. Automatically my spirits were lifted despite the rain because of this beautiful river.
On the way up, we could scarcely see the tallest mountains. Every once in a while a heavy cloud would move out of the way and we could picture the outline of the peak. We strained our eyes to see Hitler's Eagle's Nest, which is located in Bertesgaden, the town we were in for a bit. Mark is in love with history even more than I am, so we vowed to come back and visit the restaurant/museum that occupies the Eagle's Nest now.
We then drove to Königsee, which means King's Lake when translated. We only got to see a corner of the lake, since the weather permitted us from going any further. But it was beautiful anyway. And I will go back at some point in my life (DURING THE SUMMER) to see the rest of Königsee. We stayed there for a while just looking at the same little corner of the lake, and even got some photos taken of the three of us. Now we have proof that we all actually went on this trip! ;)
After Königsee, we went to a nearby bar/cafe to get some beer (tea for my gluten-free self, hah) and warm up. We talked to a tour guide for a while about him growing up in Germany and living in Russia. We also found out that people in Europe go to college to be tour guides. So awesome. They really care about getting their history correct.
Before heading back, I found a hauntingly beautiful Bavarian cemetery, and I couldn't pass up taking photos.
My boys. I love them like crazy. That's Kyle (one of my best friends) on the left and Mark on the right.
When we visit sometime in the future (once again - in the summer) you'll see photos of me spinning around with my hands held out singing "The Hills are Alive" because of how happy I'll be that it is sunny and warm. And I won't even care.