All my fears were completely well founded! We spent almost 5 days up in Spittal and pretty much all we did was eat, drink, and speak bad attempts at the local dialect of German, or 'mit hand und fuß' as my grandmother's step sister Gertie would say. We did manage to get out and visit some of the nearby villages such as Kaning, where my grandmother was born, the very cute St Oswald and Bad Kleinkirchheim where we had lunch and visit the family graves, and the beautiful Millstättersee which shimmered in the sunlight as we drove by. The landscape is wonderful - the hills are steep and green, the houses adorned with flowers, and the roads narrow and windy, barely fitting on the hillsides. The family were typically crazy, full of life, and lovers of
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