Salzburg: A Tourist Again

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Ever since I started coming to Munich in early 2017, I always wanted to visit Salzburg.  On my very first trip to here, I had rather opted for Innsbruck, mainly because I wanted to ski the Alps.

Earlier this year, during my European tour in February, under the influence of Condé Nast’s Best Cities in Europe, I had also selected a different Austrian city and visited Vienna, even though Salzburg was also on the list.  My reasoning: Salzburg’s proximity to Munich (less than 2 hours by train).  It was as if I knew I would have the opportunity to visit another time.

I’ve been in Munich for 4 weeks.  Mostly attending networking events, meeting new people, reconnecting with friends I have made here along the way, and job hunting.  With my laptop incident, my hustle has been less productive than I anticipated and I found myself with a couple of free days.

While there are plenty of activities, sights and tourist spots for me to still discover in Munich, the city is now starting to feel familiar: I find myself recognizing places I’ve already been as I approach from different directions, I can get to the popular spots and landmarks without Google Maps, someone has even recognized me at a U-Bahn stop…  Neither local nor tourist.  Yet, I recognize it’s time for me to reconnect with the tourist in me.  And let’s be real, I want to see the Alps again.  I decide: it’s time for me to finally visit Salzburg.

The only planning I have done for this overnight get-away is a budget hotel reservation.  I’ve learned I don’t need to stress out too much about making train reservations in Europe, especially on “local” routes like Munich to Salzburg.  In fact, there are 24 trains a day available to chose from between the 2 cities.  Prices are reasonable around 30€.

At München Hauptbahnhof (with, this is the first time I type this word without having to look it its spelling up!), I head for a ticket machine and learn that most trains to Salzburg are delayed due to some vandalism.  I later find out protesters disrupted the train route somewhere around Düsseldorf to express their feelings about Germany’s refugees integration situation.  I opt for a Flexpries ticket which allows me to get on any train.

Thirty minutes later, I board a second-class car and navigate to a pair of seats that looks open.  “Excuse me, is this train really going to Salzburg?”, I ask a nice-looking lady in the seat ahead.  “Eventually, it will get there yes!”.  Lilian then teaches me how to tell if a seat is reserved or not and we chat about life the whole way to Rosenheim, her home city.  She invites me to a coffee and I rejoice in this random act of human connection.

Arriving in Salzburg, I realize the place isn’t very big.  I can walk from the train station to my hotel in 20 minutes.  My overnight bag is light, the weather is sunny yet cool and I don’t have an agenda, so I go for it.  I almost immediately stumble upon Mirabell Gardens: romantic & practically perfectly manicured.

I keep going on my stroll and cross the Salzach on a pedestrian bridge adorned with locks of love as the sun starts to set on the edge of the Alps.  Yep, real life.

 

At first, the labyrinth-like streets seem complex to navigate.  Later, I discover it is impossible to get lost in this compact city.  I recall Prague as I see the Hohensalzburg Fortress on the hill and the Baroque-style architecture.  I think of Old Montréal as I observe Salzburg’s narrow adorned streets.

 

 

 

I see there is a traditional festival going on in the altstadt, like a mini-Oktoberfest.  After a little research, I discover that I have arrived on the last day of Saint Rupert’s Fair.  Completely unplanned, great timing!  I LOVE a European street festival.  I drop off my bag in my modest hotel room with a great view of the fortress and head back out to be part of the crowds.

Later in the evening, I see fireworks atop the buildings on my street.

 

 

 

 

For sure, everything is about Mozart.  He was born and spent the majority of his life in this magical place.  I hear classical violin echoing through the city’s buildings and streets. I swing by his Platz and homes.

 

 

 

 

The next morning, I realize I see the most tourists I have seen in any of my recent travels.  Literally, this city is full of them.  I hear a lot of English and Asian languages.  But it is pleasantly not over-crowded: I barely have to wait to get a ticket to enter the Hohensalzburg Castle after climbing the hill, determined to set my eyes on the Alps.

 

 

 

 

After courageously riding down in the Festungsbahn, I find one the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen behind St. Peter’s Abbey.  I think about hundreds of years and thousands of lives and am grateful for mine.

Thank you Condé Nast: I am 10 out of 20, and counting…