Anyway, rode a bike around the lake, took a funny little train up the Scharfberg and hiked down (only slid on the very steep gravelly path twice, only one piece of gravel smushed into my hand....ouch.) The best part might have been hanging out on the lounge chair on a dock on the lake in the sun reading...that always wins the prize for the best way to relax.
Can Austria be more perfect? lovely hills, flowery meadows, ladies and dirndles and men in nice hats, lots of "gruss gott" and "danke sehr". I just love it. The sad thing really is the state of my german. I worked so hard in high school and got pretty good, but I guess that is ancient history since I am pathetic now when it comes to even asking a simple question! At least I can sort of get the jist of things. I stayed in a very nice little pension, the Sonnenwinkel, for three nights, and the owner (in a dirndle of course) didn't speak english, so I was tested severely with my language skills, I would give myself a D, so sad. But I have to say, as each day has passed I have remembered more and more, so that feels a little better.