Showing posts with label funicular. Show all posts
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Monday, October 11, 2010

Day 4: Salzburg: mountains, Mozart... and no froggies!

What a beautiful drive to Salzburg! We plunged into pea soup from the sun of Munich, but before long chalets and churches began to poke out of the mists, nestled against the mountains. And the colours, now that autumn is upon the land, were spectacular!

Surprisingly, our rooms were ready, so now, after checking in, it's time to head to downtown Salzburg.



8:30 p.m.

What a beautiful little town! It's so easy to get around. Parking was a bit expensive, but very convenient and memorable -- the garage was inside a mountain. As luck would have it, they were just pulling a pork roast out of the oven as we walked into the Gasthaus Hinterbruhl in Salzburg Zentrum (centre), right by the stairs up to Hohensalzburg Castle.

We decided to take the funicular up, however -- now full of spatzle, potato dumplings and succulent pork -- and enjoyed incomparable views of the city below.





There was a lot of construction going on outside of Mozart's birthplace, so we continued on their 'high street', St. Blasius Church (and former hospital) drawing ever closer, then meandered down toward the River Salzach again.


The most amazing smells, heavily laden with garlic, assaulted us before long, and so we found ourselves in Sternbräu for a 'snack'. A knuckle of pork, two sausages, a potato dumpling, a bowl of goulash and a plate of chips later -- oh, and a tasty glass of unfiltered Gösser Zwickl for me -- we decided that supper might just be out of reach, and so, ordered dessert (as you do).

I really enjoyed the atmosphere there: it was like a biergarten, but toned down. Its many vaulted ceiling helped to keep each table's conversation local, such that many families and elderly couples were there, enjoying what seemed to be a regular evening out for them.

The staff were great too. Our waiter had spent a lot of time working near an American base in Turkey, and his English was excellent; so much so, that he even made fun of us for asking whether the fabulous garlic smells might mean escargot was on the menu.
"We don't serve that French [heavy disdain] food here! This is Austria! We don't have snails or froggies! Our food was on four legs, and a good size!"
Good times!

Don't forget to check out the Picasa album for more pictures from each day.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Last stop: Limonc(h)ell's, Nancy's smelts, th'land o' the golden egg...

Naples, from the back of the Brilliance
I know the title's a stretch for these lyrics, but my sixth grader's mind was stuck there thanks to the smelts.

6:20 a.m.

We're trying to decide what to do in Naples. Capri is supposed to be beautiful, but we're a bit gun shy about going far from the ship after learning that we just missed the train problems in Rome that saw a group of fellow cruisers stranded and forced to catch a flight to Santorini to meet us. That, and, after watching the news, Stephen said that the Greek protests that closed the port in Athens yesterday looked a lot like the places we went; maybe they started late in the day before. Surreal, to say the least!

6:11 p.m.

On the train to Sorrento
In the end, we decided to throw caution to the wind and take the train to Sorrento. What a wonderful voyage to what must be the lemon capital of the world. We sampled limoncello -- picking up a little bottle for Stephen's dad -- munched on lovely grapes and peaches, and finally sat down for a bit of Napoli's famous dish: pizza.

We also ran into the Amazing Race couple! They'd come by organized tour.


Sorrento
Emboldened by our early success, we then made our way down to Sorrento's breathtaking coastline and bought tickets for a ferry to Capri. We stopped for a bite at an outdoor restaurant by the wharf, while we waited for our 1 p.m. berth. Seafood dominated the recommendations, so Tea had bream, Nancy had smelts, and I had mussels in olive oil with parmesan and garlic. Stephen had lasagna, staying with the Italian theme of the morning.


Capri
Half an hour later, we were in the land of the rich and famous -- at least, as I imagine it, after ogling the yachts in Capri's harbour, and all the zeroes on the price tags in the shop windows. We took the funicular to the top, where, defying nature, it seemed even hotter than the frying pan of the streets below. After a bit of sightseeing -- and a stop in the posh pay washrooms to splash cold water around our heads -- we started back down, by the pedestrian way this time. Despite the 700 odd steps, it only took us about 15 minutes -- thankfully, there wasn't a donkey in sight -- where we caught the 4 p.m. ferry back to the port of Naples.