Remember that Time We Walked to Liechtenstein?

As many of you know, I live in a remote corner of Austria that touches Germany, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein.  As a matter of fact, after one of the World Wars-I can't remember which one--the area of Vorarlberg, Austria wanted to become a part of Switzerland.  The dialect here is basically Swiss German, so I have to admit that I understand their desire to join the Swiss.  But the Swiss are elitists and told Vorarlbergers that they had to remain Austrians and therefore I live in Austria, and not in Switzerland.  (But we still get all of the delicious Swiss chocolate here so I'm somehow managing to survive.)

Anyway, a few short days ago, Sally, Lauren, and myself decided that we wanted to take a bus to Liechtenstein before we went out to Ladies Night at the K-Shake (a local club in the middle of nowhere...seriously...we always find it by looking for the turnaround that has the tractor in the middle of it.)  Getting to Liechtenstein by bus takes about 5 minutes.  And it takes about 20 minutes if we walk.  Sally did not have her passport on her, so we decided to get off the bus just before we crossed the border in case the authorities decided to check everyone's papers.  All we really wanted to do was take some pictures at the border to say that we had been there.

It turns out they don't really check papers at all at the border between Feldkirch and Liechtenstein.  So we just walked over the border.  Illegally.  Without papers.  And took photos.  And within about 40 minutes we made it in and out of the country and home in time to eat dinner and get ready for some dancing at Ladies Night!