The hills are alive
My France/Italy/Switzerland/Greece journey comes to a close, so we stroll into the next part; I’ve been impatiently waiting to pen the next series in my seemingly infinite trip throughout Europe— the Austria/Slovenia/Croatia bit. I loved the previous countries I’ve written about, but the common denominator is that they’re all countries I’ve heard and seen much about. What I consider the second chapter is my pride and joy of travels— countries and cities where I came through not knowing what to expect and proved to be much more fulfilling for my soul than I could’ve ever predicted. My European journey had been well under way for almost a month, and I was heading to towards Salzburg, Austria next.
If I’m honest, I wasn’t going to Salzburg to actually visit Salzburg (my sincerest apologies to Julie Andrews and Mozart). My sights were set on a small town of Ramsau Dachstein to check out the Dachstein glacier.
But I digress. (More on glaciers later.)
And so we find ourselves in Salzburg with some downtime to be able to hike around along the hills, eat kind of tacky tourist trap Mozart chocolates, and get snap-happy around the city. Down the rabbit hole we go.