Sunshine and guest of honor Uncle Dave got us moving again last weekend on a trip to Salzburg, Austria. Salzburg is the natal home of Mozart, which Salzburg does not want you to forget. From the Mozart museum, Mozart statues, to Mozart chocolates and - oddly - Mozart perfume (smells like genius and powdered wigs?), the hills were alive with Wolfgang Amadeus Tourist Traps.
Salzburg is home to one of the largest medieval castles in Europe, the Hohensalzburg Fortress. It rests atop a steep hill, which you can generally climb with the help of a frightening looking trolley-type contraption. My fear of heights includes a fear of all man made apparati; I trust my own two feet and the solid ground most of all, as senseless as that may be given my lack of surefooted-ness. So I summarily rejected the idea of making the almost vertical climb in that metal death trap. Luckily for me, it was closed for repair. Not wanting to miss the experience, we trekked up the icy path. Will's legs bore the brunt of our group's efforts since he was on stroller duty. His sweat and heaving lulled Edie into a sweet slumber and so she snoozed for most of the hike. Add a few more Dad points to his card for that one.
That view, fear of height or not, is amazing. That's easy to say when you are sitting on a chair in front of a computer screen. That's why I say it. Seriously, what a photo opportunity. This photo could end up on your wall in a study back in the US. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI thought Mozart was born in Germany. Figures.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean with those horrible man made ladders and spiraling stairs. Not for sane people like us.