why is that we can stand in awe at His hand in creation but not have faith that moves the very mountains He formed to being?
a different, very off-the-beaten path trip this time... drove through rolling hills & greens & wildflowers as far as the eye could see, hiked in the heart of the alps w/ locals (one of which we got caught in yet another pouring rainstorm!), walked and biked around lakes where granite peaks and majestic trees dotted every horizon.
two touristy stops: hitler's eagle's nest and the bmw museum + production tour whereby geeky ee was captivated by the precision engineering and mechanics.
but years from now, it is the characters met along the way that we will remember the most: the lady clad in traditional german attire at the berchtesgaden tourism center with an aunt who schooled and lived in singapore... who advised us on which hikes to take and gave yuee his most precious souvenir: an elevation map (to be framed soon); the zell hostess who both skiis and snowboards for literally months on end (even 'til summer months at times), the vietnamese bartender girl at a fantastic chinese restaurant (yes, in germany, and sadly, better food than here) studying in austria that offered to take us out to play; the munich waitress from croatia who left a high position @ porsche to study again & chase her PR dreams, albeit considered a "lesser" profession.
so it is people, moreso than places or things or ... stuff ... that compose life.
and then we came home. but we've been pondering moreso recently -- where is home?
