DAY 28, JUNE 14
(MATT) I arose about 8 a.m. and went for a walk through the non-town of Riff. Its more of a newly developing suburb of Salzburg. I came back about an hour later and helped waken Jon and cleaned up. Then off to Salzburg. Chris and I fought that morning with our battle culminating in our flinging the map at each other. Jon and Sam did their best to lighten the mood and all was over about 10 minutes later. We wandered through Salzburg and decide to buy brunch at a little sandwich shop. We bought what looked like big sandwiches, but they turned out to be alot of bread with one thin layer of cheese, a tiny piece of lettuce, and a couple slices of tomato. We discussed the possibility of making a million by starting a sandwich shop in Europe that actually put toppings in sandwiches, then bought a round of coffee.
After lunch, if it could be called that, we walked to the main square and saw a pretzel stand with giant pretzels for sale. We bought four not-so-large but very good pretzels and were happy. Then we walked up to the fortress and paid to get in. We thought that we now could enter whatever the fortress had to offer with these tickets, but we were wrong. By the way, the 14th of June is Flagg day (special to me because I'm dating a Flagg) and Salzburg is the home of the Sound of Music. You, the reader, might ask how are these two thoughts cohesive and I say to you... they are not. So be quiet and read on.
We discovered that the fortress was where the Von Trapps sang and escaped from and the convent and graveyard at the bottom was where the Captain and Rolf had their confrontation. Sorry, Rolf, you blew it and Liesl was such a babe too- You know, I bet the real-life Rolf felt kind of stupid if he ever saw the Sound of Music. Not only did he lose Liesl, his side also lost the war. He blew it bigtime. Oh well, as Dr. Chester would say, "You can't cry over babies thrown out of the dish water," so let's move on.
We tried to make it to the Nazi prison camp Mauthausen before 4 p.m. (when it closed) but didn't make it. So we stopped at a supermarket outside Linz and bought dinner and set out to find a near-by place to eat and camp. We had discovered that European campgrounds do not allow fires or grills. Vie spotted a grill beside a lake and stopped. It was also beside a little snack shop which was closed for the day, i.e. it was not for public use and we knew it. Jon voted against it but we stayed and fired up our popping, fizzing European charcoal. After it was finally burning, a man from the restaurant across the street walked over and started talking to us, We were pretty sure what he was trying to say but said, "Do you speak English?" He motioned for us to follow so Jon and I did.
We went into his restaurant and spoke to a girl (our age.) Then she asked us if we spoke English. We said yes. She told us that the man was the owner and wanted to know what we were doing on his grill. He didn't look upset at all and I explained that we had seen the grill and decided to use it. I further explained that in the States, there were grills everywhere for public use, which is mostly true and she said to my surprise, "I know." Then she told us it was O.K. to use it; just make sure you clean up when done. I assured her we would, thanked them both, and went back to some serious cooking. We ate sausage (which had cheese in it) in a bun with chili poured on top and man, was it ever good. And we don't know what we drank; it was unlike anything we had ever had before. It was our bubbly mystery drink. A new category of flavor.
We ended up camping across the street. We played hacky sack again and then once it started raining... again, we went into the tent to read more L'Amour. Jon walked around while Chris, Sam, and I read. It rained all night that night, which was a big surprise.