We’re home! We flew through Chicago during Fropocalypse, so that was a nightmare…another story for another post. Today, we’re going back in time to when I was still in Austria.
It was our last day in Kirchberg, Volker was ready to hit the slopes (fully dressed in ski garb ready) but as soon as he heard me mention antiques, his plans mysteriously changed and he wanted to “spend this last day with my beautiful wife” – uh huh. I’m pretty sure he thought I was sneaking off to Innsbruck to buy Mag Max. I honestly hadn’t thought of it. I was, however, planning on finding another floating head and having it shipped home.
We set out to Kitzbühel. Rachel had mentioned passing an antique store on some cab ride at some point in the past 14 years…I had no idea where it was. We were dropped off at a wood carving store right off the highway in the middle of nowhere. The shopkeeper gave us directions to the antique store and told us it was a twenty-minute walk.
Something I learned on this trip – When an Austrian says twenty-minute walk, they mean I hope you packed some gear, maybe a tent, because you’ll be walking for days. Do you hunt? Here, take this rifle and carry this knife, hand-made by my father from the horn of an Alpine ibex, it should protect you. Now, go with God. I’m thinking that “minutes” must not mean the same in German, probably because of the metric system or celsius or something. We had to stop at every cafe in route to rest (we, meaning me. Volker was fine). Seven years later (give or take), we arrived.
It was an amazing store. There was a lot of furniture, which I didn’t need and even if I did, I would have had to sell a kidney because it was crazy expensive.
Others were more reasonable and by reasonable I mean under $10,000. Ouch.
Whoever made the one on the top right wasn’t trying as hard. The guy was probably a looker or had other “assets” that were more important… like a goat. It was over 200 years ago, I would have totally picked owning a goat over pretty much anything. My “important qualities in a man” list would have looked very different back then.
The rest of the store was covered with cherub heads and Jesus.
While there were a lot of heads, none like the ones I saw in Innsbruck. Sad. But, if you’re looking for just the perfect naked baby statue to put in your entry…
Or you could go with super creepy…
They were just hanging out with their friends.
This table of terror freaked me out.
We don’t really have antique stores like this in Northwest Arkansas. Aside from old farming tools, tea cups and Avon bottles, you see stuff like this
It makes me all the more thankful for eBay. Now, I’m scanning my bank statement for the name of the store in Innsbruck (we bought Rachel a really cool – probably not haunted – ring). I’m still super bummed that I didn’t make more of an attempt to take Mag Max home with me. What are the stages of grief? Anger, disbelief, anger, depression, acceptance? I think I’m up to depression and next is acceptance. NEVER!
American German – language lesson #103
Ich möchte bitte eine heiße Schokolade mit Rum. (ick moo-ta bit-ta ine-a high-sa shock-0-la-da mit rum) I want a hot chocolate with rum, please. – This is like a real lesson, y’all. Hot chocolate in Germany and Austria is crazy good. Add some rum and it’s crazy awesome. If you’re going, be sure to order this. If not, just make it at home with the best hot chocolate you can find and spiced rum. After enough of them, it really doesn’t matter where you are.