It’s midnight in Austria. The Jeep climbs slowly up the steep one-track mountain road, to the hut that perches high above the sleeping village of Maria Alm. We pull in. Home sweet home.I’m with my new family, Pinzgau dairy farmers Mr and Mrs H. By the glow of the dashboard, I see the lips of Mrs H moving – yet I fear my ears deceive me. She assures me I can sleep in tomorrow, my first day on the job as a Sennerin. “Ja Leslie, 4:15, even 4:30 is fine,” she smiles warmly. You’ve got to love a woman who can deliver news like that with such grace.
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