Returning from the most relaxing spa-days at Die Wasnerin in Bad Aussee I didn’t go straight back to Vienna but decided to spend Saturday and Sunday at my parents’ place in rural Lower Austria.
Mr A joined us on Sunday morning and we had a full day of taking in the spring air, lounging about talking to my parents and my brother, who had come to visit as well – with the year’s first barbecue to top it off.Even though I could not imagine living there any more I always love to come back. The little village where I grew up doesn’t even have its own post code (!) and is the most serene place imaginable.
The only loud noises you can expect are the birds in the morning and the odd lawn mower. There are barely any cars, the planes are too high up to be heard and no other noises of civilisation is going to disturb you in your quietude.
As I wandered around my parents’ garden I marvelled at the blooming trees and sprouting berries, already showing off the first signs of the fruit they’re going to bear in summer and autumn.
The day was topped off with this year’s first barbecue for which I had brought along Tofurky sausages and a whole platter of vegetables.
I’m already looking forward to the next weekend spent at my parent’s place.
Do you still live close to where you grew up? How does it make you feel going back to where you came from – if only for a day or a weekend?
