There's a saying in Austria, "3 Tog, 3 Tog gemma nimmer hoam!" roughly translated as "Three days, three days, we'll never go home!" This applies to Fasching in Bad Aussee: the celebration begins on the weekend (by some accounts, on Friday by storming the Rathaus) and everyone stays out at the bars until Tuesday night. My anonymous source says her students came to school in costume on Monday, many of them hungover. That night she saw the same students at the bars, and the next morning they dragged themselves into school wearing the same clothes from the day before. They came straight from the bars, drunk, hungover, sick... My landlady says, "I know that smell... it smells like the plague."Some students in Stainach dressed up on Monday, but the majority dressed up on Tuesday, including the faculty. I went as the Roman goddess Luna, shown here with Lukas and Oliver of the 8B class.
Tuesday afternoon I went to Bad Aussee to see the Fasching parade. There were lots of spectators in costume, and we came to see the Trommelweiber and the Flinserl. The former are the Drum Women, who are not women at all but men dressed in women's clothes. The story goes that the men of Aussee were so henpecked because they stayed out at the bars late, that they began to disguise themselves as women so their wives couldn't find them. They use trumpets and drums to drive Winter out of Aussee.
The Flinserl are men and women who are dressed in linen costumes, decorated with felt appliques and sequins, most likely influenced by the antique costumes from Venice Carnevale. They are supposed to represent Spring. They march through the town, and then disperse to distribute nuts and sweets to the children who correctly chant a rhyme and beg.
The Flinserl are protected by a man carrying pig's bladders on a stick. If an adult tries to interfere in the distribution of goodies, the Zacherl hit them over the head with the pig's bladders. I don't know... sounds like another corruption of a Roman fertility practice!
There's also Krampus-like figures who wear white, carry mops made of wet rags and have baskets over their heads. Don't know what this is all about, except that they chase little kids (and American tourists with cameras!) and are really scary!There are more pictures of Fasching in Bad Aussee here: link
And now we're in Lent... I miss the fresh strawberries and fresh seafood specials in Louisiana. Heringschmaus just doesn't appeal!
Then we had a whirlwind tour of the town (two hours = whirlwind when you are continuously walking and don't know what you're looking at!). I was, however, able to capture some impressions:
The second run didn't begin until 8:45 pm so Caitlin and I went into town with 48,000 of our closest friends. We grabbed a roast pork sandwich, and tried to meet up with Ash again to no avail. There was a festive atmosphere in town to day the least, fueled by copious amounts of beer and Jägermeister. I preferred to remain sober, especially since it was sooooo icy. I slipped and landed on my... anyway! We watched the second run from the bottom of the slope. Because we're both so short, we couldn't see the finish line, but we could most of each skier's run. Mario Matt (AUT) won, followed by Jean-Baptiste Grange (FRA -- some woman thought I was French, for crying out loud!) and Manfred Mölgg (ITA). The USA's Ted Ligety came in fourth.
Stayed up partying with 15-18 year olds until 2:30 (here, Lisa and Hanna from the 6B) -- what a life! 
And this is me today, "After" my new European hair cut!
