This was the view from my window this morning. Reality is cold and a little grey for my liking. Waiting for Spring :)
I’ve been absent from the blog world (or let’s say not as engaged as I enjoy being) in the past few months. I thought being on a traveling holiday I’d have so much time to write and read. Reality was, it gave me enough antidotes and material for a long, long time. Reality was I spent so much time with my mouth agape in wonder as I raced around not wanting to miss one thing that in fact I had little time for those things. My mind is over-brimming with such wonderful memories.
But I’m back in the real world and have time to dabble again.
Today I was reading through a blog I follow “Me – Who am I?” and then started to reflect. I started writing a comment but it turned into a bit of a novelette so I’ve put it here instead. Take time first to read the blog post here to put my comment in context .
I too have experienced moments when I’d love to run away but I know I’d be back so fast- before people even realised I’d actually gone, but I think it’s selfish reasons that may keep us (me) here.
Do we stay because we need the love and support of a few close people to help us wander through this odd thing we call life – or do we stay to help others battle through and be their prop? Do we stay, maybe, so at the end we aren’t alone – or do we really stay so at the end we can offer comfort to others in our final moments? The first thoughts are ‘about me’ reasons in my opinion. The question I ask is – Should we stay to stop pain for others – or go and be true to ourselves?
Could running away not be ‘reinventing yourself’ rather allowing yourself to be who you want to be, not who you are expected to be?
I’m a stayer, I like order and I’m not a risk taker. Jumping can mean a fall for the cautious while others may be willing to take the chance they will have a strong enough leap.
So, would I want a loved one to leave if that’s what they know they must do for their happiness?
I’d like to think I’d much rather see a loved one move on leaving me behind to seek their happiness even if that life can’t contain me for whatever reason, than stay merely out of a sense of duty – for in doing that they are living my dreams not their own -but a goodbye would be nice because I like order in everything including ending (selfishly).
But…if it’s my kids – well I shall stalk them to the end of the world and back!! Nothing will ever be large enough for them to hide behind from me hahaha (selfish!! YES!! )
And… a chance to use one of my photos of the sun rising over Mt Vesuvius and the Bay of Naples- a volcano that in its time has left man in pain and total destruction.
Armed with as much Google information as I could find and my own knowledge of this delightful musical we ventured to Mirabell Garden in Salzburg and I began my own Sound of Music adventure. With a huge grin and light steps I entered the garden, the husband just walked at regular speed. He admired the beautiful floral gardens. I on the other hand, eyes widened with delight like a child seeing a Willy Wonka chocolate river, wanted to run everywhere to see it all at once. Yes, the gardens were beautiful. The colours of the flowers were like hundreds and thousands sprinkled all over a cake. This vision was only spoilt by a silver coated mime act and a clown busker. Cruel, because to get into the gardens I had to pass by both. I’m terrified of clowns and masks!
Those of you who are Sound of Music fans will recognise this garden as featuring very much so in the song ‘Do- Re- Mi’ . So , lets start at the very beginning…
I ran to the Pegasus fountain. “Photo please! ” I called out as I sang parts of the song while skipping around the fountain. Hardest part was waiting for others to disappear to get a shot of just me so I settled for a at least having a photo.
Off I hopped, up and down the steps, singing Do – Re -Mi. Having read many others’ experiences here suggesting to wait until the crowds passed so as to not look silly, I said ‘YOLO’ and belted out the song loud and clear while demanding more photos . At the time of posting, somehow the photos of me singing on the steps have just ‘disappeared’. Hmmmm, oh well a memory still etched hard forever in my brain and probably those of others who stared watching my show haha ( and lucky no video for YouTube haha)!
My next mission was to find the gnome section of the park. This park has no signage that I could find so we just had to keep wandering.I found it on an upper level. The gnomes stand around a circular pathway in the gnome garden. I tapped the head of the gnome with glasses…of course singing again… and knowing the Von Trapps had done this before me , my hands tapped where theirs once did.
I sang too, as I skipped along the walkway covered in clinging vines forming a cool canopy.
That will bring us back to Do
Oh and we made a trip to the Residence Square to splash a horse in the fountain.
I’ve always longed for adventure
To do the things I’ve never dared
Now here I’m facing adventure
Then why am I so scared?
First stop was the gazebo. As she spoke about its history I decided the best photos would be before the bus crowd encroached so I walked ahead and got my photos listening with one ear to her stories . I must admit I seemed to know them all from interactions with my friend Google and from having read the book STORY OF THE TRAPP FAMILY SINGERS by Maria Augusta Trapp. By the time The Husband arrived from the talk I was ready to sing and sing I did! I tried to tell him the lines of Rolf’s to sing but he wouldn’t, so I sang it all as I ran around the outside pretending to jump from seat to seat. A lot of the bus folk watched and I’m sure they were thinking how
weird great my reenactment was.
I am sixteen, going on seventeen. I know that I’m naive.
Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet, and willingly I believe.
Before hoping on the bus I hid behind a tree for a photo. This tree was one the little Von Trapp children dangled from as their father drove to the house with the Baroness.
“Oh, it’s nothing – just some local urchins.”
No, I wasn’t going to climb the tree as the Von Trapps had, my excuse… the bottom branches were out of reach :)
From there we did a drive – by of the convent ( scene areas not open to the public) Nonnberg Abbey.
We zoomed past Fronburg Castle, the backdrop to where Maria sang at the gates before entering, where the Nazi flag was ripped down and the car was pushed through the gates in the dark as they planned to escape. When we zoomed past the gates were wide open.
Next stop was then onto the residence as seen in the balcony pink lemonade scene where the Baroness hints about marriage and where Maria and the children toppled from their boat. Not prepared to be authentic in the icy water ( which I tested by hand ) I still had a backdrop photo and a balcony zoom.
The Baroness: : Not too sweet, not too sour.
Max: Just too, uh… pink.
By now the weather turned cold – watched the external temperature indicated in the bus, drop from 23C to 15 and the heavens began dropping icy raindrops. We stopped for a photo opportunity looking over the lakes regions the ones seen in the movie introduction. They were beautiful. Yachts with white sails raced across the blue water top. This water, green of the countryside and light colours of the building stood in contrast against the backdrop of a black stormy sky.
Our tour then took us to the abbey where Maria married the Captain. I must admit I always wondered why her wedding march was “How do you solve a problem like Maria” seems a little cruel . Or, did it mean pass on a problem to solve it, in this case pass her on to the Captain? The rain was bucketing down now, little gullies ran through the gravelled walkways. The abbey was closed to the public, not sure if because of the rain or if it’s a regular thing, so I looked from afar and did what any sensible person would- headed for a cafe to sit out the storm. This was an hour stop so there was plenty of time.
Had a delicious hot chocolate and an apple strudel smothered in vanilla sauce ( custard). I tried to get whipped cream on the side but with no luck.
We raced back to the bus. By now our umbrellas were purely decorative as the wind whipped the rain from all directions. On the drive from the lakes and homeward bound the CD soundtrack was played and with the exception of Maria and myself the bus was silent – but we made up for it :)
This day was a highlight of my trip. So glad we did the gardens early because at the end of the tour it was very wet to visit.
If you get the chance I’d thoroughly recommend the tour conducted by Salzburg Sightseeing Tours. It was run on time, the coach was clean and the hostess was informative and captivating.
And, so I leave you with…
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
Well the Travelling Mcs are now in Austria just the two of us now, as the kidults returned home on Monday.
We were only in Frankfurt as a transit point transit really , a connection for flights and trains. We did venture into the old city of Frankfurt for a day though and got caught up – literally – in the European iron man championships. I say literally because I slinked through a barrier ( I wanted to get across to the river and there was nowhere close by) and was ambling along the pathway with plastic cup debris lining the edges, when I heard this man ringing a cowbell…yes a cowbell !!! warning me off the track…as a herd of cyclists whizzed past me at speed. Turns out this is why my family hadn’t followed my lead of slinking lol. We eventually escaped the madness. How unlucky for them I thought, in a city where the average summer temp is 24C they score a day of 31C.
We drifted down the River Main on a boat trip for 100 minutes , in terms of view the 50 minute trip would have been a better option. We sat up on the top deck for the first half of the journey then headed down stairs for food to consume for the next leg of 50 minutes.
We trudged in the heat along un sheltered pathways then, in the hope of catching the Appleveiss tram, a tourist tram that goes around the city and the fare includes a ‘refreshing’ ( that word caught our eyes on this hot day )glass of apple juice or apple wine and a pastry – what’s not to like? Unfortunately after waiting for about 30 minutes we discovered the tram wasn’t running by this day due to the iron man competition :( We weren’t the only disappointed people at the tram drop.
Ate a huge lunch/dinner then headed back to the hotel so the kids could pack for their flight.
Airports are emotional places…exciting for many who are off on adventures, scary for some who are going somewhere for maybe a less than nice reason or frightened of flying, sad for those seeing love ones off on their journey wherever that be too and exciting for those ready to go home from an adventure. We fell into the lags two categories. The kidults were excited to be going home, to see partners and pets they had missed for three weeks and to get back into their regular lives. Travelling is wonderful but there really is no place like home. Of course I fell into the second last category. I had tears watching my kidults as they waved goodbye having passed through customs and then heading off to their flight gate. They are confident seasoned travellers having made many trips overseas both together and with their friends. For me it’s the first time the tables have been turned and it’s me in the foreign country while they are home in Australia. I know I will miss having them on this last leg of the trip. We all had a wonderful three weeks full of laughs and adventures.
Anyway my sadness was short lived as I boarded the train at Frankfurt to Salzburg.Sound of Music land here I come!
Leaving Italy behind our adventure took us across the Austrian border then into Germany heading to Munich. The scenery was beautiful in a different way to that of Italy. Old style buildings of three storeys high gave way to chalet style homes. The water and fairly flat topography wax replaced with huge alps and as we approached closer to Munich they become snow capped. Window boxes of pretty coloured flowers still adorned the windows and balconies as they had in Italy.
Aboard the train – dining room
Arriving at the hotel we had the most simplest of dinners…SUBWAY. We didn’t arrive until close on 8:30pm so by the time we had settled into the hotel none of us felt like dressing for dinner, let alone sitting in a restaurant. Besides, eating subway sandwiches at our hotel gave us the chance for a bit of a relax and early night, something we have had few of in our travels ( time to sleep when we get home!)
Thursday we did a girls / boys split. Brian and Tim headed to Allianz Arena while Ally and I headed into town. We visited the Jewish Museum , the National Munich Museum and watched the Glockenspiel clock display it’s dancing story at midday. With the rain bucketing down, not an umbrella between us ( it was slightly overcast when we had headed off early in the morning) and very infrequent awnings on buildings we began to realise while we had strolled slowly we had in fact covered a very large distance from our hotel. We laughed all the way back to the hotel as the rain got heavier and arrived back as drowned rats and began sorting through online restaurant menus to pick our evening’s dining.
Seems the fare here enjoys a lot of offal, calf heads and pork in large knuckles- with the exception of Brian, even white sausages were beginning to spook us.
We found a restaurant ( we like to try the local fare within reason) and had the best night. Without googling we ate white sausages, frankfurts, veal rissoles, sauerkraut and mashed potato for Tim and I , vegetarian rissoles for Ally and a huge meat platter for Brian, followed by amazing desserts of apricot strudel and cream puffs ( my amount of cream too!! ) . The beers the boys had were litre steins. The meals here are huge – and I’m not that each to stump :)
In my excitement to eat dessert I must have forgotten to take photos hahaha
Today the heavens opened on us. We left Florence in brilliant sunshine using the local train line to Pisa. At a Florence,as in Rome and Napoli , the gypsies sell their knowledge of how to work the ticket machine to unsuspecting tourists…but that’s not me :) The ticket machines in fact are easy to use offering instructions in several languages but to be honest the way the gypsies work you would think at first they are help staff from the railway .
We headed off on a train not dissimilar to this of the interurban style we are used to travelling in to a Sydney. The trip was about 30 minutes into the one hour trip when really dark clouds appeared. Then a sprinkle of dots splattered the window, then a torrential downpour. The seat in front of us had a broken window and the rain poured in, luckily the windows on this train have curtains so they became a rain block. Just before we arrived at Pisa a gypsy girl boarded the train and handed everyone a card telling us she was poor and needed money to help because her brothers were sick. A few minutes later she returned to collect the printout and or cash donation. In my case it was the printout only.
With it still raining at Pisa we raced to catch the Hop on Hop Off bus to see around the town.
We got off at the iconic tower. I felt compelled to take some of the traditional styled photos , along with all the tourists doing the same. We’d ignored the raindrops and got a bit wet. This seemed to help my very bad , in need of help hair. (I got on the plane in Sydney bound for Italy and on arrival my hair was fully dried out and in bad condition – I dread the trip home. I fear I will need to have all my hair cut off and I’m scared !! ) .
Here is my artistic display of that iconic tower :)
Another train trip this time to Venice. We are becoming very savvy on the trains now. They trip is a chance to see the scenery and home style changes and to have a rest from running.
Just before pulling into Santa Lucia train station – yes I sang the song to the dismay of my family ( and possibly some other passengers hahaha) we travelled along the long bridge into the canal city. As we exited the station the hum of water traffic filled my ears and ghee vision of boats and ferries whisking along excited me. We’d quickly picked up our travel passes and head for a vaperetto , a ferry like transport used in the canals. The Venizia pass was the cheapest way to use the ferries as we were in Venice for 3 days.
Arriving at our apartment the lift was very odd. You needed to press the button in until the lift arrived then when inside you gad to hold the button in until you arrived at your floor which was the third floor. The life was one about the size of a regular shower just enough room for one with a bag squeezed in. As I took off I realised the lift ( apart from the floor and the back wall with the button ) was glass all around so if I looked away from the back wall I look straight down yo the bottom…argghhh – I held on tight.
We checked in , looked at our canal view from our room then I noticed we had only 4 beds and I’d booked the larger room for €35 a night extra! Went to the receptionist and she said they had given us this room because I’d asked if the building was the one with the lift ( one of their apartment blocks didn’t have a lift). She neglected to say the return email said the 5 person room I’d booked and paid for was in this building. Funnily they didn’t tell me they were putting me in a cheaper room ( €105 over 3nights extra I had paid in effect). To add insult to injury the air conditioning didn’t work nor did the fridge. When I mentioned this to the next receptionist ( change of shift) the man told us it was because the cleaner had forgotten to leave a card in had door slot- sounded reasonable as that’s the method in lots of hotels. We put the card in at around 6:30 pm . By 9:30 pm the room was still a sauna and the fridge still not working. The new duty manager checked and said both were broken and as the restaurant next to our room was cold perhaps we could sleep with our door open!! I didn’t like this option. By 1 am I needed to sleep (I’d been sitting in the closed restaurant until then so I was cool) and the family was hot in the room I opened the windows. This let in a cool breeze, mosquitoes that ate us alive and partying voices as people returned home.
Up again at 5 am and no duty manager around I waited until close to 7 am and demanded the new duty manager move us into the room we had booked and paid for and I wanted a refund of the extra money I had paid for the larger room but had been denied. She said the air condition worked slow and I’d opened the windows negating the cool. I asked if 7 hours was the usual time for cooling and she told me it was a slow worker. She said the fridge wasn’t broken . It wasn’t actually a fridge ( it was a bar fridge) and so the tepid cans were how it worked. She said they would move us but she would have to speak to the owned about recompense. The owner spoke with strong hand gestures, fast words, loud voice and all in Italian ( spoke no English apparently). Reminded me of my Italian family growing up ( except they did it in English lol) .
Eventually he agreed to give the refund of the difference for the nigh and a meager € 5 for the inconvenience. They also made out they were going us a favour but I expressed to them they were in fact fulfilling an obligation of a booking we had made and paid with them.
When we arrived into the new room funnily , the air con worked and the fridge was cold. Then an employee had to come up to separate the double bed into twin beds and re sheet them. Ally and I were in the room and had the windows open watching the canal below ANC the impressive lightning happening. He asked if we would mind him closing the windows for us. We thought he was referring yo the coming storm. No , he then looked at us both and spoke with a condescending tone and said ” We wouldn’t want your room to be hot again would we!” How rude hahaha. I couldn’t imagine a hotel carrying on so. Later we read on trip advisor posts written in the last few days that others had been treated in the same way we had.
But this one example of poor hospitality didn’t stop us enjoying the fun of a Venice.
Rialto Bridge – luckily it wasn’t still being cleaned :)
No trip to Florence would be complete without a visit to David.
While we saw the original in the Galleria dell’Accademia we also saw him everywhere in a Florence. It was the equivalent of a “Where’s Wally” where like on the tv show you had a minute to find Wally. We found David in small size, large size and even on aprons and shorts :)
While I was not intending to, once I saw the silly photos being made in the Accademia I too couldn’t resist.
The real David