Kitzbühel

We drove to Kitzbühel this morning with the Dutch Cow (she won’t mind me calling her that as it is a term of endearment). It is not far away from St Johann and just as pretty, on a larger scale. In the evening we were invited for dinner by the people our friend is staying with as it is her birthday today. We had a lovely evening with great food and company. I walked 9 km in total today, a record since my back op. The back held up but my feet and legs were weary.