Spectacular picture. The level of detail it takes to make a story believable varies somewhat. In my case I need to get the reader right there in the Swiss youth hostel watching some insect crawl up the wall. What did it smell like? How did it feel being there? That sort of thing. Kind of a ‘camera of the five senses and the mind.’
[[What did it smell like? How did it feel being there?]]
Combination of cow manure, raw earth, perhaps mold (it’s quite moist there i would think with all the snow and melt they get) Bat guano smell perhaps- old hotels often have bat issues- especially if they have rock foundations/walls)- The smell of grass if in a meadow- hay if it’s being cut- wild flowers if the hotel owner likes flowers- smell of mud as kids track it in- smell of old boards- dusty perhaps- could be a cedar closet smell or cedar chest- the smell of home cooking permeating the air- maybe the smell of sour milk if the kids have chores of milking the cows- the smell of salt pork curing in the cool hall closet- maybe the smell of evergreens (not sure if htey have them in alps?) body odor, grungy clothes smell- being that it’s a kids hotel- perhaps there’s a barn nearby- lots of smells there- chickens, pigs, cows, goats- all have unique smells- perhaps it drifts into the hotel-
Taste could include unique swiss cooking- lots of pungeant cheeses- sour milk foods- curds and whey perhaps- maybe home made chocolate smell and tastes- homemade candies-lots of tripe (the most foul food ever invented)- corn breads- loads of lard- alpine fish- earthy root vegetables- sour/bitter field greens for salads-
sounds: Cows, roosters crowing break of dawn- dinner bell- alarm bell to wake kids up- pigs oinkin- goats bleeting out their chorus- birds chirpin (have to find out what kinds of birds, their songs etc)- dogs barkin- cats meowin- children fighting- adults yellin- gun shots in the distance- in winter canon shots as they trigger avalanches- If the kids are nearby- sneak over to watch it happen, the smell of gun powder, the thud in the chest when cannons go off- ringing in the ears- eyes watering from the smoke-
Touch: The feel of fresh grass on bare feet- the feel of the dew on the feet- the sun popping up over the mountains, warming up the brisk morning- The chill of evenign as sun goed down behind mountain that drives the warmth of the day away - the constant wind whistling through the mountains- cool in summer- dangerous cold in winter- The feel of chicken eggs- duck eggs, etc- goats with wirey bristly hair- same for pigs- soft chicken feathers- the feel of walkign through pig or cow manure the smell of it- the smell of milking hte cows- the feel of slimy fish as the kids go fishing- the taste of tripe- curds- the texture of it- (horrible)- Slimy, sour- vomit inducing- Texture of htigns liek blood soup- brain sandwhiches- the smell of them-
Plenty of material- bluff your way through lol
“I could not believe I was actually making the trip to the infamous Eagles Nest, once home to Der Fuerher himself. The long tunnel leading to the elevator had been crafted under the direction of the finest German engineers of the day and the work supplied by forced labor from nearby death camps. My mixed feelings were difficult to express as the contradictions created a vortex of turmoil’s inside me.”