Salzburg is a thoroughly different place in the summer time: like some kind of Austrian Nice. Rashes of flower pots and pop-up bars appear as if from nowhere, and suddenly the streets are filled with people speaking every language imaginable. The sky soars, the river glitters, and the churches bake white in the heat while we sip Aperol Spritz in the square and watch world-class performances for nix on a massive screen, over which the Festung Hohensalzburg (the iconic fortress) towers.
It has been such an important year which I’ll never forget, and I have so much to be thankful for. To Barbara and my coach Gaiva, in particular, I cannot extend enough thanks for their patience and generosity.
Salzburg, ich vergesse dich nicht.