36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 140: Skiing; Elisabeth; naked men in a sauna

Day 140 — Skiing, Elisabeth, naked men in a sauna
20-December-1971 (Mon.)

Meet Elisabeth
I have an extremely long journal post today. Why? I love Innsbruck. It was an incredible fun-filled day. From rain in Innsbruck to snow in Seegrube, to the extreme but pleasant torture of an Innsbruck health spa—complete with sauna, cold bath, hot and cold foot and body baths, and naked men in saunas.

There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding. Winking

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Day 139: Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School

Day 139 — Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School
19-December-1971 (Sun.)

Beautiful scenery
My first day of skiing in the Austrian Alps is at Seegrube. I take lessons to improve my paralleling—after all this is Austria. If they can’t teach me to ski, no one can. I love it. I love the fresh air. Just thinking about it, I want to go back. Right now!
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Day 138: Arrival in Innsbruck

Day 138 — Arrival in Innsbruck
18-December-1971 (Sat.)

Innsbruck St Anne column
I’m in Innsbruck. Yay, my first look at the Austrian Alps, or any Alps for that matter. A little bit of sightseeing and then I get ready for some exciting skiing tomorrow. St. Anne's column in Innsbruck's old town is a well-known landmark.
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Day 135: “Letter Home” is finished

Day 135 — “Letter Home” is finished
15-December-1971 (Wed.)

Anton Heiler concert
A good full day. I finish my electronic music letter. I plan on taking a skiing trip to Innsbruck. I see a second Anton Heiler organ concert.

Yay. Yay. Yay.
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Day 092: Tights, tutus, and tippie-toes

Day 92 —Tights, tutus, and tippie-toes
02-November-1971 (Tue.)


Austrian skiing
Excitement stirs. Plans for a skiing vacation are formulating. I talk a bit about my regret of not traveling more in life. Damn Euro/dollar ratio. Damn time.

I enjoy my first ballet in Vienna—
Swan Lake. There are men in tights, women in tutus, and lots of tippie-toes.
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