Russ crosses the street. Alone.
The Prince-Archbishops of Salzburg.
Alex wants that pretzel.
I almost got arrested for taking this picture.
Mirabella Gardens.
On the approach to Neuschwanstein.
The hills are alive, with the sound of these guys.
Entrance to Neuschwanstein.
They were just so happy they made it up the long steep path to the castle.
On the funicular to Salzburg Fortress.
Though extremely cold, the weather couldn’t have been better for our visit to Neuschwanstein – clear blue skies with a hint of fluffy clouds and bright sunshine beaming down on us for our early morning hike up the hill to the castle. We toured the castle, contemplating poor King Ludwig II, who built his dream home here and then only got to live in it for a few months before being arrested by the Bavarian state police and committed to an asylum. I guess 40 year old men aren’t supposed to live in fairy tales. The day after his arrest, he was found floating face down in a lake beside his equally dead psychiatrist. No one knows what happened.
When we got off the bus in Salzburg, I was immediately accosted by an “official” Salzburg tour guide, and told that it is illegal for me to take the group around Salzburg and give them a guided tour. She said the police are out looking for such lawbreakers, and that I would be subject to fines. So I very covertly explained Mozart’s connection to Salzburg in the Mozartplatz, the Prince-Archbishop’s role in burning down the old cathedral and building a new domed one in the Italian Baroque style in the Domplatz, and the cemetery plot rental policy in Austria as we entered the “Sound of Music” cemetery. After our trip up the funicular to the top of the impenetrable Salzburg Fortress, we all enjoyed huge Austrian pretzels, making the pretzel guy really happy, and allowing him to close up shop early since we was out of pretzels when we were done! Our stop at the grocery store for Milka bars was unsuccessful – it closed five minutes before we got there. Mr. Billows met up with us in Salzburg, and now our count goes to 51 (not including Mr. Johnson and me)! We stayed in Gasthof Mostwastl, the fanciest hotel on the trip. It’s all downhill from here (in terms of accommodations...).
When we got off the bus in Salzburg, I was immediately accosted by an “official” Salzburg tour guide, and told that it is illegal for me to take the group around Salzburg and give them a guided tour. She said the police are out looking for such lawbreakers, and that I would be subject to fines. So I very covertly explained Mozart’s connection to Salzburg in the Mozartplatz, the Prince-Archbishop’s role in burning down the old cathedral and building a new domed one in the Italian Baroque style in the Domplatz, and the cemetery plot rental policy in Austria as we entered the “Sound of Music” cemetery. After our trip up the funicular to the top of the impenetrable Salzburg Fortress, we all enjoyed huge Austrian pretzels, making the pretzel guy really happy, and allowing him to close up shop early since we was out of pretzels when we were done! Our stop at the grocery store for Milka bars was unsuccessful – it closed five minutes before we got there. Mr. Billows met up with us in Salzburg, and now our count goes to 51 (not including Mr. Johnson and me)! We stayed in Gasthof Mostwastl, the fanciest hotel on the trip. It’s all downhill from here (in terms of accommodations...).
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