The password is…ludwigsdorf71

We didn’t have much cell signal, so we wanted the wifi password.  Easy, spell it just like it sounds, if you are a local!  John and I enjoyed rumpsteak and weiner schnitzel, respectively at a random tavern on our way to Schloss Durnstein and Abby Melk.  We took the opportunity to stay warm, eat well and meet some genuine country folk like ourselves.  We set up school on the dining room table and made ourselves at home reading the Trumpeter of Krakow and practicing dimensional analysis and unit rates in Chapter 6 of his math book.  Dimensional analysis brings back incredible memories of my Mom’s favorite way to teach ANY math or chemistry problem.  “If you understand how the units are supposed to work out, you can figure out all the numbers later,” she would say.   She was mostly correct!  I can still picture her unique handwriting, the unit abbreviations, and her victorious cross-outs when it all worked like it was supposed to. 

Studying in a tavern.  I asked the owner if we could hang around for a bit and do some school work, and he said sure, no problem, like that happens everyday around here!