Salzburg

Hello from a deep, long, overdrawn hiatus. I have finally came around to digging out pictures from a time I still dwelled knee deep in delusion. 

It is wildly important to me to have the right travel buddy, or even none at all. I am the kind that is ok with not having plans, wandering around through hidden corridors, observing and being enchanted by the most mundane details of a new city. The way stones are laid down beneath my feet, the pattern of windows that form after walking five blocks into the city, the tracks of the city trams crossing the town - these are enough to satisfy me. 

Perhaps it was because the itinerary did not sit well in the bottom my stomach, perhaps it was the fact that the trip was closing in half way, perhaps I was getting a tad irritated with life and people in general, I was mostly in grumpy mode. 

Still, in those moments I managed to steal away a breath of silence, Salzburg was stunning. The mountains paints a magnificent backdrop to the city that bustles away beneath it, as usual the churches a feats of wonder that kept my head tilted towards the top, hoping to avoid any unwanted collisions. The most fascinating thing is still the wonder that most of these were created centuries ago. I am constantly in imaginary land, seeing people from a time long gone running through the green gardens, coming home from salt mines, eating beautiful dumplings and schnitzel for dinner. I would give anything to travel through the ages and observe how life played out for them.

An ode to The Sound of Music, it is mostly here that the film took place. The flowers that littered the gardens were an amazing colour of summer, while the sun continued to sear my skin into a dark tan. And to anyone who would care to google, you'd know that it is here that the almighty Mozart first came to graze the world. Yet I was too jaded to venture further into that story, a musical past that still scars and haunts me till now. So all I did was to pay my dues by walking pass his birth house, glancing up and acknowledging all the pains my fingers went through to play what must have been a simple Sonata to him.