“Wow.”
My younger brother stopped still on the runway as we disembarked our plane at Innsbruck. In every direction, snow-capped mountains shot up to the sky. I found myself rubbing my eyes like a cartoon character, while he picked his jaw up off the floor.
Delivering us across the border to Brunico, our cab driver felt moved to score the scene.
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