Alpine Herders

Stayed in Berlin another couple of days having curryworst at the famous diner under the railway bridge and pig knuckle on mash with saurcraut? Saw the modern art museum but nothing exceptional apart from some Kiefers. However at another exhibition saw some very good bronzes by Louise Christine Thiele'
So again very fond farewells and back on the road. I'm composing a song called the 'autobahn blues' about the big black air conditioned missiles that blow past at 200kph and upset my little red car but I've got good music on a good stereo and wind in my hair and carbon monoxide in my lungs!!
And the winner of my next visit was.... Magdalena the alpine cow herder extraordinaire. Started climbing (in the car) after Chur in Switzerland and reached the end of the road high in the alps and then had another 30min walk straight up to the ski resort (in winter) of Alp Dado where M and Ricarda and Marie milk 106 cows for cheese made in the valley below. The house is at 2100m but the girls have to climb another 300m in altitude to bring the big boned brown swiss cows home for evening milking. Stunning views of the mts still with some snow and the valleys below and silent apart from the cow bells in the distance. Nik (Lake Constance) and Anne (France) turned up so it was quite a reunion. Cooked venison fillet and pork for 15 and we guitared and grappaed late into the night. Don't want to talk about how I felt the next day!
It must be the thin air and the exercise but I have never seen three girls eat so much, they live and dream about what is coming out of the oven next! Great thunderstorm striding around the mountains gave the impression we were close to whoever is up there and there is just a big feeling of peace so far away from the bustling world.
So with three proposals of marriage for my cooking not my body it was with regret my little car made it's way down to the real world.