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I'm pretty set on the idea of flying in to Munich--Elisabeth's birthplace, and the very first Oktoberfest--and then off to Innsbruck, Salzburg and Vienna (my own birthplace, btw). Then it's off to Italy: Venice, Grosseto, and a Tuscan Beach near Castiglione della Pescaia where I stayed for a week several years ago. But the highlight of our trip, at least from a fantasy perspective, is a stay in Bad Ischl, the mountain-spa town of Sisi-Franz engagement lore.
Yesterday, I took the first step in turning this fantasy into real life and booked a room here. Can't you just see me frolicking on a hillside carrying my wimple and offering that the hills are alive with the sound of music? Too bad I can't sing. I think that's why I'm bringing Kirk. He's got the pipes, I've got the vision. I may even have to buy him some Lederhosen for his birthday.