Salzburg travel blog — My trip to Salzburg: Sleeping heaven of AustriaSalzburg travel blog — My trip to Salzburg: Sleeping heaven of Austria
Salzburg, Austria’s “little paradise,” changes from season to season. The bright sunshine gets us intoxicated and passionate when wandering by the river in the summer. What better way to spend an autumn evening than sipping hot coffee while listening to the violin and calm guitar? In the winter, visitors may still enjoy the bustling atmosphere of the fair or go skiing with their families. Salzburg, Mozart’s hometown, is also well-known for its yellow flowers field in the Alps. It is a location where, in the middle of autumn, residents ask, “Hello, am I the only one living in the Alps?” Let’s discover this beautiful city through this Salzburg travel blog — My trip to Salzburg: Sleeping heaven of Austria with me.
Salzburg – The hometown of genius Mozart
On my second European business trip, I opted to explore the Eastern Europe path, which included places such as Berlin-Munich, Hohenschwangau (Germany), Prague (Czech Republic), Hallstatt, and Salzburg ( Shirt). After being blown away by the grandeur of Europe’s “small heart,” Prague, I headed off for Salzburg, the birthplace of the great musical genius Mozart.
After being blown away by the grandeur of Europe’s “small heart,” Prague, I headed off for Salzburg, the birthplace of the great musical genius Mozart.
The most anticipated destination in Austria was the “fairy village” of Hallstatt, so I decided to make a stop in Salzburg because it was near to the other hamlet. But Salzburg, where I was going to halt and start again, made my heart race.
The “ghost train” from Prague to Salzburg
It takes around 6 hours by rail from the Czech Republic’s capital to Salzburg, with a change in Linz. Perhaps so many individuals choose to move in this manner in order to save time. The train with my TRN1543 number switched from Prague Central Station, and I counted a total of 6 guests in the three cars from his seat, with more female ticket control at 7. Each individual “included” a total of six seats in a peaceful area with practically no noise other than the train.
The ticket clerk entered, spoke English with a strong voice, and stepped into a bunker, instructing passengers to disembark at a long German-themed pier since the train did not travel directly to Linz station, as stated on the ticket. She lost interest in the carriages’ wide and long passageways after that. I sometimes feel like I’m on a ghost ship since everything is too silent, the boat is large, and there are few people on board. However, I was able to get a decent view at both sides of the glass. The first sight of the ship as it entered Austrian land was the dazzling gold fields on the green grass, as if this was the train that went to the magical picture.
Coming to a station, the train stopped for a long time, leaving me in a panic. Suddenly, a man who appeared to be Asian people passed by the compartment and noticed me. He came to a halt and inquired, “Do you travel to Linz?” ” Come on, come on. When I took the suit tops off, I discovered there were only 6 passengers on the train. They all descended and strolled between an empty platform. A bus was waiting one block away from the train station. I took the bus for 45 minutes to Linz and then the RJ566 for more than an hour. Finally, late in the afternoon, I arrived at the Salzburg Hauptbahnhof station.
Small city but very bustling
Salzburg is not only the fabled Mozart’s birthplace, but also the hub of Austrian theatrical art, as well as one of Europe’s oldest surviving historic cities. The ancient town is a must-see, yet there are so many squares, churches, and sculptures that standing in the center makes you feel tiny.
Salzburg is not just the famous Mozart’s birthplace, but also the epicenter of Austrian theatrical art.
Photo by: my trip to Salzburg blog.
Mozart’s birthplace and childhood home on a tiny street in the heart of the ancient town. The house’s façade is gold-painted and bears the words Mozart Geburtshaus. It is currently a well-known museum with a wealth of information on the famous composer and his family. Sitting in the home, gazing at the historical antiques and listening to Mozart’s timeless music, I feel that Salzburg is Austria’s “sleeping paradise.” Everything here, even after hundreds of years, does not appear to be controlled by technical advancement, but still retains a nostalgia, gently as if a kid is waking up without anybody waking up.
The streets of Salzburg are narrow, yet both sides sell high-end goods. From Prague, where I could spend very little money, to Salzburg, where the prices are very high. The price of a plastic duck toy is ten euros. Mozart’s chocolate store or Christmas decorations are glitzy and glitzy. If you don’t keep your cool, you can “burn” your fortune into the trinkets here.
The Hohensalzburg fortification stands proudly to the south of the old town. This is the largest medieval fortification that still stands in Central Europe. This location was once used as a royal house, a bishop’s home, a military barracks, and a jail. The inner chamber was gold-plated. You don’t have to walk to the fortress; instead, you may ride a mountain-climbing train on the track, from which you can view all of Salzburg and the far Alps. If you have the time and wish to have a unique experience, you may get seats to an opera concert performed by an Austrian symphony orchestra on the top of a fort.
The Stiegl Brauwelt Brewery is one of Salzburg’s most spectacular attractions. You can see all of the production stages, as well as the completed goods, and sample the fresh brews on the spot. It is difficult for those who like beer and wine, such as me, to leave without heavyweight a few drinks to spend the late night in the hotel room.
“As the rock rolls” beside the riverbank in afterglow
When I’m in a new place, it only takes a split second to capture a photo that will be with me for the rest of my life. On my journey to Europe, particularly to Salzburg, I will never forget that afternoon, wandering along the banks of the Salzach River and listening to street artists sing Bob Dylan’s iconic song Like a Rolling Stone. An old song has been playing for many years, but it is so “penetrable” when it comes out in an older, nostalgic atmosphere like this one. At the time, I thought the payment was transformed into stone rolling, to be able to walk anywhere without being covered in moss.
I also recall seeing images of dazzling gold fields far from the beautiful Alps. Salzburg was where I shot the iconic musical picture The Sound of Music, which I had seen a dozen times as a child. Julie Andrews “sits in the ear of childhood favorite” while standing in the center of the setting of “yellow flowers on green grass.” My Favorite Things: “Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens” I can’t think of another time.
If in Salzburg, the short summer and the music festivals, the street stage, the tourists
pull to the burrow as if one person stands one meter from the other, only in the middle of fall, the city again becomes quiet, quiet to strange. Austria is in the heart of Europe so winter cold air lasts longer than other places and the summer is very short. A friend of mine, who had lived in Salzburg, had confided that summer or the festival, many indigenous people find it annoying because they see people, no longer see personal privacy anymore. But just in the middle of Autumn, they had to say, “Hello, are not I the only one living here?” But that is why I felt the calm of this city.
The last night before leaving Salzburg, after the last wanderings in the Old Quarter, I stopped at an Irish bar named Shamrock in the center of the tunnel. I sip a whiskey between cold weather and enjoy live music. The band plays the Rolling Stones song as I Can not Get No Satisfaction, Get Off My Cloud, Paint It Black or It’s Over Now.
Again, the image of “rolling stone” reappears in my mind, and from here it becomes a symbolic memory when it comes to remembering Salzburg – like a rolling rock, not as massive as a mountain but always sparkling and never moss-covered.