Obergurgl, 'Diamant in den Alpen'

After our appointment in Obergurgl, we changed clothes at a turn-off on a hairpin corner, on our ascent to the Italian border. We eventually went through a tunnel and when we came out the other side, we were in Italy. My first time in Italy. In a way, though, it doesn't feel like I've been to Italy.** But on the other hand, it was like Italy because the drivers honk at everything and everyone. Traffic jam -- what to do? Why, honk the fucking horn, of course. No traffic jam whatsoever? Honk even louder!

We ate at a pizzeria in Merano and walked around the old part of the town.

And, as of last Friday, I no longer own a house. I kept a key to it, though, because I couldn't bring myself to send it with the paperwork. And I hope, from the deepest part of my heart, that those new owners will treat the Kinder Street Squirrels as well as I did.

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** I wasn't in the Boot
** More people spoke German than Italian
** I haven't seen any aqueducts or coliseums