The kids were mesmerized by the train ride into the mountain, the two miners' slides that are the traditional form of movement between levels, the mirror lake inside the mine, and the steep funicular ride back out. Mom and her claustrophobia had a nice tea at the cafe.
From there, we headed up the mountain for a lunch with the best view (like maybe on the planet). We ate meat, cheeses, sausages, and Grant mistakenly ate a pile of freshly grated horseradish that he thought was grated cheese. However, the real star, aside from the view, was dessert. Just imagine cream puffs the size of your entire head, filled with cream, ice cream and sauce. Heaven.
Trent was too tired to care.
Back in the car, we headed toward the Italian border, stopping just shy in Villach, Austria where we toured another playground, walked the old town streets, ate pizza and bought cookies and cannoli in the street market.
Until tomorrow and Italy.
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