Salzburg to St. Johann in Tirol.

Four days in, but it feels a lot longer than that. That is partly because the preparation was a journey in itself - I had to move out of my apartment in Beirut, sell a car and a motorbike (tricky, owing to Lebanese bureaucracy), then I flew back to London with Finny (also tricky), before driving to Austria. Since then we have been walking through picture perfect Bavarian & Tyrolean villages, in the dog days of summer. As in the early days of a meditation retreat (n=1), I have found myself surprisingly emotional, tearing up at odd moments - an interesting phenomenon. (100)