I spent this weekend in Dorfgastein, Austria. It is a tiny beautiful town situated in the Austria Alps. It is incredibly beautiful. The sun even came out and I wore a skirt. It was a perfect weekend.
On Thursday, it was a Catholic holiday. Which means the people of Dorfgastein drink. When we went out to dinner that night, there were some very drunk people sitting at the table across from us. They had an accordion and they sang and we clapped along with them. One particularly drunk man got on an unoccupied table and started dancing. The waitress flicked her hand at him and yelled something in German. He got off the table and she silently went over and straightened out the tablecloth. He then came over to sit by us. He didn’t speak English very well. But he liked us. Finally, he started feeling Krystal’s bicep at which point we decided it was time to go.
We went to a different pub to get ice cream. We were enjoying out ice cream when the guy in charge brought out two trays with small glasses filled with a red liquid on them. He placed one in front of each of us. We all just stared; no one knew what to do. It was alcohol; we are Mormons. It smelled like cough syrup. Finally Jenny, who speaks German better than any of us, walked up to him. She was telling him that we don’t drink alcohol. He responded, “You’re missing out on a lot in your life.” Then he told the rest of us, “It’s not very strong”. We just stared at it. No one was going to drink it. We sat for a little while, enthralled by the forbidden fruit that had just been placed in front of us. Several pictures were taken, a few videos, and then we left, the glasses full.
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