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Salzburg, Austria<\/h2>\n

by Jessica Peter<\/em><\/p>\n

My congested breath puffs out in visible clouds as I lumber down the trail from my hostel. In my hazy, fever-induced state, it takes me a while to clue in that large groups of people are headed in the same direction, toward Salzburg\u2019s Altstadt (Old Town). I write them off as other tourists braving the cold to see the heart of the city. My first glimpse of the village through the trees tells me otherwise, and it isn\u2019t just my fever. Underneath the looming hilltop fortress, the town is quaint, baroque, and lit up like Vegas.<\/p>\n

\"SalzburgSpinning rides and vendor booths pack the central square. They are selling wooden toys and traditional crafts and that curious gingerbread that seems to be a fixture of the German-speaking festival: heart-shaped with endearments printed in icing, meant to be worn around the neck. There\u2019s music in the streets, and a group has gathered around to watch an old couple who is dancing a slow waltz. I\u2019m surprised to see how many people have arrived wearing the traditional lederhosen and dirndls. As I squeeze my way between hordes of carousing Austrians, I feel as if I have arrived in the wrong city. I hadn\u2019t pictured the town of Mozart\u2019s birth to have such activity.<\/p>\n

But then the smells reach my nostrils and it doesn\u2019t matter. There\u2019s the salty warmth of pretzels, the tang of sauerkraut, and a deeper scent that just says food. I dig into a giant cheesy pretzel as an appetizer, and then find the cluster of food booths. Sausages and schnitzel seem to be the main order of the day. I make my way to a schnitzel booth and dig right in, rubbing my hands together to keep warm between scooping massive forkfuls of the tender breaded veal.<\/p>\n

Though it\u2019s only late September, I\u2019m shaking with the chill by the time I\u2019m finished. I use my own cold as an excuse, and try to make a guilty return back to the hostel. But then I hear music that to my ears could only be described as oom-pah-pah coming from the large red-and-white-striped tent I had somehow missed on my walk in. Inside, a folk band in lederhosen plays to hundreds of spectators singing, eating, dancing on benches, and clanking giant steins of beer. There\u2019s also the element I was most desperately missing: warmth! I feel like I\u2019m the only non-Austrian in the<\/p>\n

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\"overviewThe older gentleman sitting across from me tries to engage me in conversation, so I bust out my best German \u2013 in my poor imitation of the Northern German accent I had learned in school. I might as well have been speaking gibberish to the Austrian, so we settle on my native tongue. A pair of women join the stilted English conversation, and I finally learn that September 24th is the Feast of St. Rupert, the patron saint of Salzburg. The festival in town occurs on the weekend each year closest to that date.<\/p>\n

\"bandBut then the three Austrians start a new game that I can only describe as \u2018inebriate the foreigner\u2019. A second beer from my new friends is in order, but that isn\u2019t all. I\u2019m obliged to accept a glass of Sturm, a young red wine that tastes amazingly like grape juice. Dangerous for a heavy drinker, but very tasty. A wink from the man and scrunched noses from the women tell me I\u2019m in trouble at their next plot. A girl wearing both a long dirndl dress and a barrel comes by our table. The Austrians hand the girl money, and a single shotglass of clear liquid is placed in front of me. All eyes turn my way and I feel a twinge of foreboding.<\/p>\n

\u201cSchnapps,\u201d the man says ominously, with delight twinkling in his eyes.<\/p>\n

It burns all the way down, but clears my sinuses on the way. The women howl with laughter at the faces I make and I have to turn down the offer of a second shot. Just one was enough to warm me all the way back to the hostel after eventually saying \u2018Auf Wiedersehn\u2019 to my Austrian friends.<\/p>\n

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\nPrivate Tour: Salzburg City Highlights Tour<\/a><\/p>\n

If You Go:<\/h3>\n

The feast day of the patron saint of Salzburg, St Rupert, is September 27. St Rupert\u2019s Fair occurs on the nearest weekend (September 22-26 in 2010). However, many European cities celebrate the feast day of their patron saint in various ways. Find the patron saints of the cities you\u2019ll be visiting with this list from Wikipedia<\/a> and be sure to check if you\u2019ll be in town during their feast day.<\/p>\n

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About the author:<\/em>
\nJessica Peter has deep-seated obsessions with writing, crafting, and travel. Some of her favourite travel experiences include watching busking bands, searching out street art, and sampling local food. On her “Bucket List” is travel, pretty much everywhere. Find her at her creativity blog, jessdoesstuff.blogspot.com or on Twitter twitter.com\/jessicapeter1<\/p>\n

All photos are by Jessica Peter.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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