My first Fly Agaric/Fliegenpilz/Muhara ever

Today, I walked in the woods on Wechsel, south of Vienna. I only discovered my love for woods few years ago and every time I enter a new wood, I am mesmerised by the fact that each wood is totally different from the other. There are woods which look like fairies and pixies live in them. There are woods which remind you of baroque paintings. There are woods that remind you of Klimt’s paintings. Today’s wood was the Little Red Riding Hood wood. I was really expecting to meet a talking wolf in there. I didn’t meet the wolf, but I was delighted to find many fly agarics, the red mushrooms with white dots. And I felt very pathetic when I realised that this was the first time that I saw this mushroom in real life.

How alienated is that?