We arrived in St. Anton am Arlberg late Tuesday night from Zurich. St. Anton is a small ski town in the Tirol region of Austria. Popular in the winter for skiing and in the summer for hiking and other outdoor activities, the town was completely dead at the end of September.
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St. Anton
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G and I may have been the only tourists in the whole town.
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| We didn't see many people, but we did see horses and cows! |
I first visited St. Anton in the summer of 2002 on my first trip to Europe. I remember the amazing scenery and the nice Austrian woman and the fabulous duvets at the hotel where we stayed way back when. I no longer remembered the name of the hotel, so I found an apartment to rent. When we arrived at around 9 PM, the owner of the apartment was at the train station waiting for us. He drove us to the apartment where he told us that since his larger apartment was available, he had given it to us!
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| Amazing room in St. Anton at Appartements Kohlereck |
The apartment we stayed in was huge! The apartment had a kitchen, living room/dining room, bathroom, bedroom, and a huge balcony. This place was amazing. Because September is off season, we got a really good deal on the room.
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| The apartment's balcony |
We spent much of our time in St. Anton relaxing. G went on a couple of hikes, but the weather was only good for part of our time in the town. It was cold and rainy most of the time.
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| View from the apartment's balcony |
St. Anton was a great place to relax in. We spent time reading and cooking. This was the first place we stayed at where we actually had access to a kitchen. We bought some fresh ingredients and enjoyed eating. While in France, we got so tired of the food. At some point, we just couldn't force ourselves to eat any more cheese and baguette. In Colmar, G and I broke down and purchased food from KFC. G went alone and left me at the hotel. He came back and said he had such a hard time ordering. He tried to order mashed potatoes and biscuits, but the guy behind the counter had no idea what G was even talking about. Imagine that! Kentucky Fried Chicken didn't have okra or biscuits or mashed potatoes or anything! G managed to come back with corn on the cob, a couple of pieces of chicken, and a sundae with chocolate hazelnut sauce, but I don't think we will try to go back to KFC again. I'm not sure I understand how a business could call themselves KFC if they don't even sell biscuits.
Finally, it was time to leave. At the train station, I said, "Goodbye," to St. Anton as we left for the next part of our adventure: Vienna.
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| St. Anton from the train station |
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