Mexican Food

This post serves no other reason other than to brag that we had Mexican food today. Yup, you heard me, Mexican food! Of course it was the Austrian version, but close enough.

Beef Burritos Baby!

The first mexican restaurant I've seen which doesn't employ a Mexican. We can let that slide considering the location right? As you can tell I really miss Mexican food, enough to stuff myself with burritos, chips, and a quesadilla. Yum yum.

My son had a sleepover at his cousins's house, which is about a 30 minute drive away. Before coming home we met down the street at "Habanero". This won't be our last visit. Extra clean place and good food.

Tomorrow I start my german classes. Wish me luck!

Mushroom Hunting in the Alps

Austrians, or at least those in the hills, have a neat little pastime. It includes exercise, family, danger, and yes more exercise. I finally took part in this event. What is it you ask?

Mushroom hunting!!

Mushroom hunting is good for you. Expect improved fitness as you scale the 45-60% inclines bent over in your mad search. It kindly reminds me of beach glass hunting back in California, but without the beach and flat ground! It takes concentration and the ability to have fun in case you don't find any.

Yvonne and I love introducing new activities to our three year old. As it turns out kids this age love the outdoors. I promise, if you tell a child to run around in a forest, he will gladly do it. Just be cautious.

Mushrooms can be poisonous!

Austrian doctors, at this time of year, treat too many mushroom poisoned patients. The cause of the problem exists with new hunters. Some people think they can eat any wild mushroom. This is not true. Eat the wrong shroom and you're DONE. Which brings me back to the three year old. Instruct him not to pick the mushrooms.

I've been resisting the mushroom hunt for two months now. How can walking the steep hills of the Alps looking for fungus be any fun? I mean, I work and I need my rest! Yes, I'd rather sleep and eat. You all go and I'll stay home. So my wife and in-laws go out, maybe once a week, for the 3-7 hours of mushroom drama. I tell them week after week that I will stay home.

But they broke me yesterday. At least my wife, Yvonne, did.

Perhaps I was in a weakened state from the overtime hours at the factory. Who knows? In any case, I went mushroom hunting and I'm glad I did. You see, it's not about the mushrooms; it's about the hunt. Such as many things in life. Enjoy the journey. Stop and smell the roses.

So Yvonne, Noah and I jumped in the car, drove up into the mountains, and didn't come home until we had a plate of, well...mushrooms!

Cycling the Alps

It's funny how the locals can ignore the rain. Seeing cyclists happily climb the hills in drowning downpours is not so unusual. And why not? They grew up in this stuff right?

Me, not so much.

Central and Southern California takes a break from the rain in summer. As well, rain in the autumn, winter, and spring aren't exactly notable. When it rains in Cali, we try to take a break from outdoor activities. That just wouldn't fly in the Austrian Alps.

Cyclists here must embrace the weather.

Yesterday morning I woke up wishing for some exercise. Maybe some cycling? But the clouds were dark...again! Geesh, what's new? The streets were dry though, and that means it's ok for sissy me to ride. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a little bit of rain; I just lack rain gear etc to make it enjoyable.

So I decide to ride. I can always go home if it rains. Thankfully it didn't.