F*cking, Austria

I was debating on whether or not to write this post. I didn't want anyone to take it the wrong way or to get offended and I know that I have family reading this. My Mom has eyes in the back of her head, after all. But, I still think it's funny. Please know that I have good intentions and am just being silly. If you even think that this might offend you, please click the "x" in the right hand corner of your screen. You have been warned. ;)

Before we moved to Austria, Jason and I heard that there was a town called F*cking (I am using a star because I don't feel comfortable putting that word in writing, even if it is the actual name of the town). It is pretty close to Salzburg. We joked around that we needed to get married in F*cking, Austria and invite all the F*cking people to the F*cking church and have a F*cking party.

Last Sunday we decided to go for a nice drive to check it out. After arriving, we realized that our joke could never become a reality. One, the town is so small it doesn't even have a church. Two, there are more cows than people. And lastly, it certainly is not a party town. There are 32 houses in all.

As you know, I am quite keen on taking pictures. This was the sole reason for our trip, in fact. When you enter and leave towns here, there are signs that tell you when you are entering or leaving that town. So naturally, I thought it would be hilarious if we got pictures by the ones in F*cking. Apparently we weren't the only ones who thought so because online I found tons of articles about how the people in F*cking don't think it's funny because their road signs are constantly being replaced due to people stealing them. If you are bored, I suggest googling F*cking, Austria and reading some of the articles. Pretty F*cking funny.

Our goal was to take our pictures as fast as possible. We didn't want to piss off the locals or have to explain that we didn't want to steal the signs, we just wanted pictures by them. We got out of the car, Jason set up his tripod and we were good to go. Until we started walking to the sign, that is. Of course, right when we went to take our picture by the sign, a truck slowly crept by. The driver rolled down his window, laughed and said something like "stupid tourists" and kept driving. No, I'm not sure if he really said that, but that makes this story so much better since we don't really know what he said since he was speaking German. Good times!

So, without further adieu, here are the pictures. Drumroll please....dump dump dump dump ba dump dump chshshshshshshsh

Entering F*cking...

F*cking cows... 

Leaving F*cking... 

In case you were wondering, there are many other towns in Austria and Germany (F*cking is on the border) with weird names. In fact, the writer of this article recommends a road trip from Kissing, Germany to F*cking, Austria. A direct route from Kissing to F*cking takes just over two hours. A suggested scenic route includes stops in Petting or Tittmoning. A detour through Condom, let alone Wedding, takes much longer.

I can't make this up!

Safe travels! :)