I can’t recall the name of this place–i think it, and/or its nearest train station (miesbach?), starts with an ‘m’. All this is barely an hour from munich, and my memory holds all of the brimming serenity i felt.
Behind me enveloped by mountains were country homes and equally quaint curving roads. We held two admirations: for the lucky people who hold such steads, and for the harmony in and among sky, land, water. Our cloaked feet were no match for their free feathers.