While Jen was seeing Michelangelo's David in Florence, Dave got to meet another famous old fellow. I walked down out of the mountains to the cute alpine village of Fie on their market day, and hiked up to St. Peterbuhl, a 5th century church surrounded by ruins of 2,500 year old celtic walls, with archaeological evidence of much earlier human habitation on that hilltop. I caught a bus down to Bolzano and went to the museum to see a fellow who probably stopped by that hill town on his way into the Alps 5,300 years ago, Otzi the Ice Man. He died on a pass near where I was hiking, and was buried in a glacier for five thousand years. I got to see (through thick glass) his frozen mummy, and they'd made this cool reconstruction of what he looked like. He had really sophisticated mountaineering clothing, stone and copper tools, a pouch of healing herbs, and tattoos! The Ice Man was cool!
