In case Christmas Eve gets too festive, I’m posting this now.
142 days of travel and we have winterized ourselves. Our EU Austerity Drinking Tour leaves icy, sober Dachau for the Austrian border and glorious Salzburg! Home to Mozart, music, and…salt.
We arrive late in Salzburg and wrench our war-torn luggage for miles across an unending sea of horrible, horrible cobbles. Somehow, we are freezing yet sweating. Hours later and a bit lost, we find our hostel, dump our bags, and head into the historic core.
Then we find the greatest Christmas Market booth of all: Champagner Platz No 1
We cross the river and enter the largest market beneath Salzburg Cathedral:
We forgo the lift (too expensive) and climb the most troop-demoralizing cliff-side. The air thins, the wind whips. We sing the Monty Python Holy Grail theme to revive spirits, but doubt we will ever make it.
We stuff ourselves on doughy snacks at the Fortress Christmas Market (of course). Darkness somehow turns the city aglow as we stumble back home.
Our hostel plays the Sound of Music, while snow falls heavily outside. Don’t worry, Austrian wine will be in the next post.