Good morning/afternoon/evening from Berchtesgaden! It really doesn’t get more beautiful than this.
The confession? I’m terrified of gondola rides. Terrified. I sweat at least a liter of Fanta on the way up, which, on second thought, might just be a good thing, since I’m on the verge of overdosing. Yeah, I know it’s irrational given that I’m attached to a sturdy rope, while ironically I have no problem flying through the sky seven miles up in a 500,000 pound metal tube with nothing but “lift” holding me up. But that doesn’t make me feel any better. Am I the only one?