The bus left Arco’s cemetery’s parking lot at 6:00 a.m. destination, Innsbruck’s Christmas Market!
The sun climbed over the mountains revealing the small towns nestled along the road, how beautiful they are but oh, how isolated. There’s usually snow for tourists to enjoy but this year machines whiten the slopes with artificial snow to accommodate skiers.
The first sight of Innsbruck is breath-taking nestled in its valley where the Inn flows impetuously. The sun shone brilliantly. Our bus parked just outside the Hofgarten with instructions to be back by 4:00 p.m.
The Market wasn’t open when we arrived … the kiosks tightly closed looked like a lot of light laced abandoned huts, but by 11:00 they did open and people began to flow into the streets from all around the world.
The hubbub of different languages bounced in the streets mixed with children’s laughter, parental scolding and Christmas music. Wonderful smells charged the air, as food vendors began to ply their wares .. fried potato rings on sticks, sauerkraut and sausages, mulled wine, roasting chestnuts and pastry lured hungry visitors this way and that.
The sun began to dip under the mountains, surprisingly, it was nearly 4:00 and the evening chill seeped into our limbs. It had been a great day, but we were happy to be back on our warm bus, homeward bound.
bright wintry spirit
this merry-go-round of joy
© G.s.k. ‘15
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille December 16th 2015 “narrow road”
“I love to challenge you to write a haibun about a short trip, journey, you made. try to imagine how that trip was, remember the scenes and landscapes you saw and so on … Of course it has to be a challenge 🙂 so there are a few rules:
1. your haibun has a maximum of 250 words (including the haiku)
2. the haibun’s time is around Christmas (if possible)
3. try to “paint” the scenes which you saw”