Where is the most beautiful sunrise? A fellow traveler asked me this question as we strolled through the city.

There is no single "most beautiful light" in our opinion, for two reasons. First, we have not yet visited every place in the world. Second, the most beautiful light is yet to be discovered, as every place we visit offers a unique and captivating beauty. Beauty is not solely determined by the first light of day, but rather by the surrounding context that enhances its splendor.

In academic terms, our brains are highly efficient in filtering information. As Khun Khao's video suggests, our brains prioritize and present to us what we focus on. Let's investigate whether this claim holds true.

The experiment requires minimal equipment: just a sheet of paper and a pen. Are you ready? Now, try focusing on a specific view, such as a landscape or a section of your desk. Have you chosen your target area? Now, try to find everything that is green within the chosen area. Ready? Count down: 10, 9, 8, 7, ..., 3, 2, 1. Time's up!

Now, look down at the paper and try to list all the "black" objects you see. Yes, "black." You read that right. There you go! Confused? Confused? Yes, you haven't noticed what's black, but you're sure it's there, right?

See, what we focus on, our brains will lead us to find it. Therefore, if we focus on happiness, our brains will lead us to meet, encounter, and see it. But happiness... our lives are as simple as that.

Oh no, I've written so much without including any pictures! Let me show you a picture of Innsbruck in the morning first.

The weather display shows that the morning temperature in Innsbruck is 2 degrees Celsius. This is colder than the refrigerator at home, making this morning run feel like running inside a giant refrigerator.

The frigid air, unlike anything I've ever experienced, permeated every breath. Each inhalation sent a jolt of icy air through my nostrils, down my windpipe, and into my lungs, stealing away the warmth from within. Despite the biting cold, I ventured out of the hotel to witness the sunrise.

The bustling streets, the tourist attractions teeming with visitors, now belong only to us...

The residents of this city are likely to be physically fitter than those in other cities, as bicycles appear to be the primary mode of transportation. While trams, trains, and buses are available, their presence is dwarfed by the abundance of bicycles traversing the streets. The hilly terrain, with roads frequently ascending and descending due to the city's proximity to mountains, further suggests a higher level of fitness among the residents. For travelers from flat, tropical countries, even walking certain routes can be challenging, yet the locals effortlessly cycle up hills.

After soaking up the morning sun, we headed back to the hotel for a quick shower and change before venturing to Nordkette. We recommend planning your trip in advance, as many attractions have specific time slots and varying opening hours. Today, we planned to experience the "refrigerator" at the top of Nordkette, descend for lunch, and explore the city. In the afternoon, we'll be heading to Swarovski.

The funicular railway that takes us up the mountain looks like this and arrives every 15 minutes. Each station offers different attractions to explore.

From here, those who wish to visit the zoo can take a bus. However, for us, snow is our goal. Let's continue our journey upwards.

I would like to read it to you, but I can't read it. Let's just say that if you go up the path that looks closed and no one is going up, that will be the Cable station. Please get on the next one.

Surprisingly, the morning sun on the snow-covered Gukheo felt warm, not as cold as in the city, and not as hot as it looked. No wonder so many people come to Innsbruck to sunbathe. The sun doesn't make you hot, and the snow doesn't make you cold. It's true.

As we, the ordinary Siamese people, were riding the cable car down to the station below, if we looked down at the ground below and examined it carefully, we would see a winding path that twisted and turned. If we spread our fingers apart to widen the image in front of us, rubbed our eyes, and slapped ourselves in the face hard, we would see people riding bicycles and walking up the hill!

We disembarked from the mountain and alighted one station before the final destination, our spirits buoyed by the fleeting sight of fellow travelers and cyclists. The remaining 1.5 km walk into town seemed insignificant in comparison.

It took hours to reach the city, with many stops along the way.

The walking street is bustling with people, shops are opening, selling food, souvenirs, clothes, and handmade goods, similar to other towns. However, one shop particularly catches the eye, a shop with a variety of colorful drinks and an eye-catching display that draws you in from the street.

The vendors did not elaborate on the peculiarities of the multi-colored beverages, simply stating that everything in their shop was available for tasting. Sampling even a small sip of each color would likely result in crawling back to the hotel, as the brightly colored liquids were actually liquors ranging in alcohol content from a mild 5% to a staggering 50%. From fruit to herbal to grain-based options (including healthy choices!), the selection was tempting, but my heart wasn't up to the challenge. Being a soda enthusiast, I opted to play it safe and politely declined the two ladies' offer of a taste of their exquisite concoctions.

Do you believe in serendipity?

The story began when we stopped for lunch at a small roadside restaurant. We chose this restaurant because it had tables set up along the street, giving us the feeling of eating street food in Thailand. After ordering our food, we had the opportunity to chat with the owner, Mr. Inthal, who is pictured above. As soon as he learned that we were from Thailand, a variety of provinces were brought up as topics of conversation. Mr. Inthal's eyes sparkled with joy and enthusiasm every time he talked about Phuket, Chiang Mai, Ayutthaya...

We bid farewell with the customary teenage ritual of exchanging Facebook information and promising to meet again somewhere in Thailand. We had to hurry, as the shuttle to Swarovski was waiting for us at the station entrance.

This is not only the largest Swarovski store, but also a Swarovski museum.

Enjoy shopping! Because every souvenir, every piece we intend to buy here .... We planned to return by the last bus at 7:30 pm .... Shopping too much, we couldn't resist. We sat waiting at the shuttle bus stop exactly on time. In foreign countries, buses, trams, and trains are always on time (actually, everywhere in the world, they are always on time). I want you to imagine 7:30 pm, four Thai girls waiting at the bus stop, some chatting, some looking at their purchases, some taking pictures.

"Hey! Why is the station empty? It's just us," one of the group exclaimed. Their four pairs of eyes scanned their surroundings for other living beings... none. The air around them felt eerily quiet and cold. We couldn't just sit and wait calmly anymore. We started walking around until we found a single employee leaving work. We managed to ask him what was going on. He explained that the trains were finishing early today, with the last one leaving at 7:05 PM. "Didn't you read the schedule when you arrived?" he asked. "They post the next train's time (which, for us, was the last one) at the bus stop..." We were doomed.

The young woman pointed to a distant location, beyond the sight of the four people. "Walk out of the parking lot for about 2 km," she said, "and you'll find a bus stop. The next bus should be around 20:30. If you miss it, there's one every hour. Don't miss it." And so, their odyssey of walking without a clue began.

I have no idea where I am. I'm so confused.

Relief washed over us as we finally found the bus stop. However, a word of caution: buses in this country drive on the right side of the road. Make sure you board from the correct side to avoid missing your ride! We almost fell victim to this ourselves, having sat at the wrong side of the stop for quite some time, engrossed in conversation.

A Mercedes picked us up. We each paid 5 Euros for damages because we had the Innsbruck Card, which gave us a discount. The bus fare was 200 baht, which was quite reasonable.

Fortunately, the sun doesn't set until almost 9 pm, so it's not dark or deserted, and you can enjoy your trip for a long time.

As we entered the historic district of Innsbruck, the encroaching darkness and the chill in the air prompted us to hasten our steps back to the hotel.

The night air is as cold as it was this morning. Tomorrow, we will continue our trip to the mountains. Meanwhile, Mr. Inthal is planning a trip to Thailand. When the time comes, we will host a friendly match in Thailand. We promised each other that we would do so.