That was the surprisingly hospitable sentiment of people we didn’t know in this small rural town we’d never heard of.
Unannounced, we dropped from the benign blue sky, American strangers providing a little entertainment on a Sunday morning in June.
Lustenau? End of the line? Apparently, because there was no choice. This was it for Dovie, the towering flying machine known as a hot air balloon. Not long before, the gigantic sack, emblazoned with its logo, a blue dove of peace, was loafing along placidly at 11,000 feet. Below lay the countrysides of Switzerland and Austria, divided by a wet border – the Rhine. continue reading »