Back in Tyrol

After a late afternoon train ride, I arrived in Innsbruck. Surprisingly, it felt like home. I suppose that's due in part to the fact that it is part of the Tyrolian province and also because I got so many home cooked meals. Rachael had dinner ready and waiting when I arrived.  Additionally, there were a couple cold weizens on hand to start and finish the meal.

Wednesday I followed her to class where she continues to prove to be a brilliant educator. Afternoon drink followed upon afternoon drink, and from the panoramic bar we found ourselveves eating dinner in "Little India". There were only four tables in that wee restaurant, so it felt like a home cooked meal. It turned out to be the matron's birthday, so Rachael popped out to get her some cake.