This was our first trip together, and the first time we really set out on our own. So with the help of our German language tutor, we scribbled down a few phrases and set off!
We decided to take the bus, being a lot cheaper than trains or planes and us without a car. Our journey there and back was in two stages- a 3 1/2 hour leg to Munich (which we’ll cover in another article) and another leg of 2 hours to Salzburg.
We arrived in Salzburg at about 4pm, just as the sun started to go down. We were greeted with the modern terminal of Salzburg Hauptbahnhoft and our first chance to use our new-found German skills, with a very bemused taxi driver and a trip across the city to our Airb&b.
Our host was a wonderful old native Salzburgian lady, who uses delightful phrases such as ‘water cooker’ (kettle) and that we can ‘do’ ourselves a hot drink. I find it amazing how people can twist a foreign language to suit their needs. Nevertheless, we were grateful she knew any English at all.
After dropping our luggage off,we were ready to go. Aware we were on the clock before everything closed, we nevertheless found the time to go in the ‘English Shop’ we stumbled across (so I could teach Agatha to make a tea properly) and to pick up a proper cuppa.
We made our way to Mozart’s Geburthaus (Mozart’s birth house) after half an hour of slipping on Agatha’s first ice.
To be fair, in Mexico City we don’t get this kind of temperatures and it’s not regular to see ice on every sidewalk, but back to Mozart’s Geburthaus.
Inside there was a lot of paintings for every member of the Mozart family, really sweet and funny letters they wrote to each other (my favorite one was one from Mozart to his wife), the room where he was born, a replica of his violin (the real one is being used at the Vienna Symphonic Orchestra), the original clavichord he used to play when he was little and more memorabilia from the Mozart’s. We finished just in time before they closed, and then wandered around the city trying to find something else to do that could still be open, but since it was past six in the afternoon on a Saturday we only walked until we found a restaurant with authentic Austrian food.
In the restaurant we had yet another chance of testing out our German skills while ordering, but after ordering two times for a bottle of red wine (and failing, because first they brought us just one glass of white wine, and the second time a bottle of white wine) and when the waiter saw the struggle in our faces, he told us he could speak English.
After dinner we were exhausted and walked back home to our AirBnB and called it a night.
On the next day our bus departed at 3 in the afternoon, and having waking up at past eleven that morning, we made the 42 minute walk from where we stayed to the train station savoring our last moments here.
We arrived a bit early so we grabbed breakfast and explored a little bit the surroundings (that’s where we found that church with the giant ear) and when it was time we walked to our bus stop for Munich, ready to go home (well, our home away from home) after a wonderful weekend. But little did we know, we wouldn’t get to Merano that night.
More on that, on our Munich post!
-Agatha & Ryan