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Salzburg

The English woman on the train from Ljubljana to Salzburg

The English woman on the train from Ljubljana to Salzburg

— I’ve been reviewing a lot of my old travel blog posts recently and sharing the more interesting ones on Facebook and Twitter. While doing this, I noticed a glaring omission on my part. There was a story I never told because, at the time, I was so embarrassed by my naiveté with respect to the opposite sex. It happened five years ago this week, in August 2006. In some ways, my naivete should have come as no surprise to me or anyone else.

Salzburg, Austria

— A nice breakfast was served at Tauernhof, but there was no meat. The first stop on our day tour of Salzburg was the post office, where Kirsten mailed about a half-million postcards by airmail at about 80 cents (8,5 ATS) a whack. At that point I decided that only immediate family would receive postcards by Flugpost, everyone else would wait for surface mail (7 ATS each). The first real stop was Mirabell gradens, a beautiful place with all the beauty of Versailles or Herrenhaüser but without the grandiosity.