The more the weather becomes cold, the more the houses seem warm. Inside. I was travelling in my fantasy, imagining to be an Austrian citizen, who goes outside for a short cycle training around home, at the end of the afternoon, and after one or two hours returns home, closes the door and feels the warm of wooden walls, flames in fireplaces, soft notes of music and voices of family.
Instead we are here, in the middle of august, fighting with an icy rain, looking at the clouds, previewing that sky will open itself in the next hour, and regularly missing the prevision. And becoming "nervous".
But this is land. This is air. And this is bike.
So c'mon, don't worry and let's go on!
Innsbruck is a splendid town; happy and romantic. It took a part of my heart.
I hope to return... together with my dream.
Accomodation at Innsbruck Camping, a bit far from city center and not so luxury as its colleagues of Adige Valley.
