5/27/12 Innsbruck- Bridge of the Inn

                A late morning for once, but only to prepare for the long rehearsal we were to have with the other choirs. The other choirs are tired and not quite as used to the higher altitude as we are.  They sound rather ragged, but from a couple weeks of travelling, we didn’t sound in much better condition.

German Cathederal

                The day however is mainly spent touring the city.  The tour guide is a sweet old German lady with odd speaking patterns.  We bus up to one of the oldest cathedrals in the town.  It was interesting because it was Catholic, but not like the ones we visited in Italy.  We headed around the town, visiting a WWII museum and the Olympic ski jump they had there.  Then we drive around the town, finding out about its local history and traditions of the town.

Tomb of the original Hapsburg king, no he's not in it.

                We eventually wind out at a museum dedicated to the Hapsburgs.  It is a rather trippy museum, and never having really understood why Innsbruck was popular beyond skiing, was pleasantly surprised to learn from this museum.  Innsbruck is full of many secrets as it turns out, but only to those willing to explore.

                That evening, we had mass and a concert that took up almost all of the time.  It was far from our usual quality of singing, as after a week and half and a long day of rehearsal, we were tired.

                That night for dinner we head to a local pizzeria.  Never, ever, order the four cheese pizza in a country that is known for their stinky cheeses.

Best Beer EVER

               I should also go back about the other meals that day!  Breakfast was as good as it was in Rome, a wide spread of just about everything you could want.  It also had a lot of local cheeses and meats, which was great!

                The lunch was at a local biergarden, whose local tap was perhaps the best beer I’ve had in my life.  The first course was another fantastic soup- garlic cream.  Followed by a cream chicken sided with cheesy grits (I don’t know if they were really grits, but I couldn’t tell the difference).  And dessert was a cream-your-pants oh so good and delicious apple streudle.