Not only did we set out to see Europe in a short time, but also to travel on a shoestring.

We found ourselves in Salzburg — home to Mozart and the “Sound of Music” and both needed to be experienced.

First, we dealt with the latter.

No, we did not join a guided tour like in this photo:


But we made our own, and followed the trail of the different locations in the city where the movie was set. Contrary to how it looks in the film, the Von Trapp family home was actually shot in different places in the city.


The mansion


The garden


The gazebo


The mansion from afar

We hopped from one place to another, but definitely not on and off the bus.


The Mozart experience happened on Christmas eve.

Read Why You Should Spend Christmas in Salzburg

*This is part of a 68-Day Travel Diary called Reflections of a Nearly Thirty. Read the full Reflections Series here.

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  1. […] heard Silent Night sung in its original version in Salzburg, went on a DIY Sound of Music tour, and somehow it compensated for the type of Christmas celebration I was missing out on back […]



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