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I'm currently spending a few days in the most wonderful place on earth, and probably in the entire universe as well: Sils in the Engadin \ud83e\udd70. I cannot put into words how much I love this place \u2764\ufe0f. <\/p>\n\n

Naturally, I also visited Friedrich (Nietzsche, of course). He lives at the far end of the Chast\u00e8 peninsula. Yes, I know he has been dead for a long time, but he still lives there. It was a lovely reunion, even if our conversation is naturally a very one-sided affair. There are also a few deer living on the peninsula, and I'm always thrilled whenever I'm lucky enough to spot them. To be honest, every time I say goodbye to Friedrich, I ask him to send me some deer, and when I actually spot any on my way back to the village, I imagine they came from him and say, \"Thank you, my dearest.\" No, I'm not crazy \ud83d\ude05\ud83d\ude02! <\/p>\n\n

Sils is a truly magical and very special place. The first time, I was only there for one week. In the years that followed, I stayed for 2.5 months each summer. I also hiked extensively throughout the Engadin and, after each stay, posted numerous photos of this breathtakingly beautiful landscape on my former Vienna website. At some point, my escort blog turned into more of an Engadin hiking blog \u26f0\ufe0f. Most days, I was out and about with my hiking poles for eight to nine hours, though it always took me at least twice as long as the signs indicated. Are there really people who manage that in the time listed \ud83d\ude32? Do they never take breaks? How is that even possible? It's a mystery to me \ud83e\udd37\u200d\u2640\ufe0f. <\/p>\n\n

During my first stay in 2018, I did not arrive in Sils until shortly after 10 p.m., and I could hardly see anything because only a few streets were lit at night. When I drew back the curtain the following morning and saw a mountain right outside my bedroom window, a few tears immediately rolled down my cheeks at such a beautiful sight. From the very first day, I felt incredibly at home in Sils, and I would never have thought it possible to feel so deeply connected to a place. It really was love at first sight \u2764\ufe0f. <\/p>\n\n

By the way, I found myself crying quite often in the Engadin, for example when I first visited the fairytale-like Val Fex, and of course at Friedrich's monument on the peninsula and during my visit to his house. I also often got teary-eyed while hiking because I found the landscape so beautiful and overwhelming \ud83e\udd79. Words simply cannot describe such a sight. I constantly felt surrounded by boundless beauty, and I truly cannot imagine anything more splendid and impressive than the Engadin mountains. Anyone who doesn't shed a few tears at this sight must be a cold-hearted philistine \ud83e\udd37\u200d\u2640\ufe0f. Friedrich, too, shed \"tears of jubilation\" on his hikes, as he once put down on paper. So I am in the very best of company when it comes to crying in the Engadin. <\/p>\n\n

Sils is also a wonderful place for culture lovers. Alongside various Nietzsche events during the summer months, free concerts are held every Sunday (outdoors in fine weather and in the church when the weather is bad), and the Chast\u00e8 peninsula also hosts the \"Wasserzeichen\" concerts, which are a very special experience in this unique setting. While the musicians perform on a raft out on Lake Sils, you can not only listen to beautiful music, but also enjoy a fantastic view of the lake and the mountains. <\/p>\n\n

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In the summer of 2020, I spent a night at an altitude of 3,000 metres (9,843 feet), in the Tiny House gondola on Piz Nair. This gondola, which had been converted into a small hotel room, stood there for three months and could be booked for an overnight stay. After the staff at the mountain station had headed back to the valley at around 8 p.m., I was able to spend the night completely alone on the mountain and watch a fantastic sunrise the following morning \ud83e\udd79. As a self confessed lover of comfort, I very much appreciated the comfortable double bed in the Tiny House gondola, though I did not sleep anyway, because I wanted to savor this unique experience to the fullest. At times, however, I was also a little afraid of possible mountain spirits \ud83d\ude05. <\/p>\n\n

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I once had a very lovely experience at Lake Silvaplana. As I was walking along the shore, I saw an elderly woman standing in the lake in rather cool weather, dressed only in a swimsuit and searching for something. I asked whether she had lost something, and the lady explained that she was looking for \"Silser Kugeln\", the natural Sils balls found in the lake. She came out of the water and told me how these balls are formed and what the legend behind them is. Then, all of a sudden, she pointed to the bench by the lake and said, \"I have already found three of them and would like to give you one.\" I still have that \"Silser Kugel\" even after five years and cherish it like a great treasure \ud83e\udd70. It's often the little things that leave a lasting impression, and I still think fondly of that brief encounter with the exceptionally kind lady.<\/p>\n\n

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Another time, I got caught in the rain while hiking. When I spotted a very small alpine hut by the path, I knocked on the door, and a man in his early seventies opened it. We had a very nice conversation, and besides plenty of cheese, he also sold me a book containing various poems he had written. \"A very enterprising man \ud83d\udc4d,\" I thought to myself. I told him which mountain lake I wanted to go to, and since it was a rather difficult hike for me, I asked whether he would come along once the rain had eased off. He did, and that was when I really realized just how poor my stamina was \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8. <\/p>\n\n

I could barely keep up with him, and at one point he said, \"The way you're gasping, you're scaring off all the animals\" \ud83e\udd23. Along the way, he also showed me an edelweiss and told me that this flower is rarely seen. To get to this edelweiss, we had to cross a little stream, and while this man in his early seventies hopped over it like a fit young man, I had to continue the hike with a soaking wet shoe \ud83d\ude33. He then felt very sorry for not having helped me, but I replied that he could hardly have known I would fail even at crossing such a tiny little stream. <\/p>\n\n

After that, we exchanged phone numbers, and he offered to let me tag along when he and a few others were bringing the cows down from the alp into the valley. Unfortunately, it rained that day, and I couldn't go along, even though I would have loved to experience it. Instead, we met at the caf\u00e9 in Sils the day before my departure, and when it was time to pay, he said, \"It's on me, because you're so sad.\" Leaving paradise was always terribly painful for me, because I simply did not want to go. Every single time, it felt as though my heart was being torn apart (I could actually feel it physically).<\/p>\n\n

When I spoke about Sils in Vienna, I always referred to it as \"my home,\" and when people asked me when I would be going on vacation again in the summer, I would reply indignantly, \"I'm not going there on vacation. I'm going home.\" Every summer, returning to Sils truly felt like a homecoming \u2764\ufe0f.<\/p>\n\n

In any case, I have incredibly beautiful memories of my summers in the Engadin, and I found the locals especially kind and warmhearted. Perhaps they were also so kind because they immediately noticed how much I loved and appreciated their beautiful valley. It got to the point where I would even pick up and throw away cigarette butts left by strangers if I happened to see any lying along the trail \ud83d\ude07. <\/p>\n\n

I can only very warmly recommend to people of higher taste - and expressly only to them - a visit to Sils at least once. Of course, one should also approach this special place with a certain reverence, considering that one is walking the very same paths once walked by the most wonderful thinker and the noblest human being of all time (no, for once I am not referring to myself \ud83d\ude05). Anyone who lacks a sense for that would be far better off in St. Moritz. That seems to be the place in the Engadin for simpler souls \ud83e\udee3. <\/p>\n\n

I'll be enjoying Sils until May 12, and after that I'll be available for dates again.<\/p>\n\n

Here are some<\/s> lots of photos from my hikes over the past few years: <\/p>\n\n

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