Philatelic Museum

I have slept in a small bed in a tiny loft room. A soft fluffy white quilt kept me warm. As I step out into the chilly morning air I fell recovered from my Trans Atlantic journey. A few snow flurries flutter around me. This is the only full day of walking I will have. I keep moving north east of the city. The highway is narrow. Smaller immaculately maintained homes dot the road way. Weary at mid day, I turn around.
Then the modern day post office is in front of me. I enter realizing now that stamp collecting is a business for the grand people of this alpine country. None the less I am impressed. I buy stamps for my collection and think once again the Olympics so long ago. I am grateful God has granted me the opportunity to finally race walks through Liechtenstein.

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