Friday 20 March 2009

Two Flibbertijibbets in Salzburg

There are two types of people in the world (I hate it when people start things like this – with the ‘two categories’ that always end up with more holes poked in them than a kitchen colander because they forgot about the people who prefer ferrets to cats or dogs, or the people who prefer Samurai Pizza Cats to Tintin or Asterix – but I am using it anyway. The lure of the cliché is pulling me in!):

1. The people who can think of nothing worse than a long car trip with an enforced soundtrack of The Sound of Music.

2. The people who can think of nothing better than an entire weekend of singing The Sound of Music and immediately turn into high-pitched, overzealous bags of pistachio nuts upon seeing the gazebo where Rolf and Liesl danced.

Sadly, on a recent weekend trip to Salzburg, a person of the first variety became irretrievably entangled with two people of the second variety. Well, I should say ‘sadly’ for him, because for us it was fantastic (even if it was cheesier than the Brady Bunch family sitting down for Brie, Gruyère and Double Gloucester sandwiches served on a bed of grated Parmesan).

My lovely boyfriend Marc had, rather short-sightedly (but incredibly generously), decided to book a surprise trip for me and my sister Laura to the land of Mozart, strudels and, most importantly, the snow-topped mountains that tend to sing thousand-year-old songs underneath Julie Andrews’s nimble feet: Austria. When the mystery location was revealed at Stansted Airport, we launched into ‘I Have Confidence’ and literally didn’t stop singing for the next three days. I ate my muesli in the pauses between verses of ‘So Long, Farewell’ and kept everyone up all night with my somnambulant ‘Adelweiss’ (I just wanted an excuse to use the word ‘somnambulant’ there…). The one song we didn’t sing to an early grave was ‘The Lonely Goat Herd’, because no one apart from the good lady herself can pull that one off.

We arrived on a Friday morning, and our Sound of Music tour wasn’t until the Saturday, so that gave us the Friday to wander around Salzburg discovering the Salzburgers’ homage to their musical prodigy in the form of chocolate balls filled with marzipan and nougat (I’m not sure how chocolate immortalisation really connects with musical genius, but gold-wrapped Mozart balls are available in every second store in the city. Apparently the silver ones, which are harder to find, are the ‘originals’), the cute little tunnels with names that have very different meanings in English/Yiddish (see picture below), errant apostrophes aplenty (see other picture below), and plenty a beer-hall serving schnitzels and sachertortes.


If the shoe fits...


The Hot Dog's what?


As a side-note, I have learned from Marc that German is a language where you can smush all the ‘qualifiers’ together into one long word, so you end up with signs like this:

That long word means something like ‘Store that sells Christmas balls and gifts and related paraphernalia’. Most of the cafés we went to assumed that you could do the same thing in English, so you would end up menus boasting ‘applestrudelwhippedcream’ or ‘hotchocolatemarshmallowwhippedcream’.

After laughing at the ‘No Kangaroos in Austria’ t-shirts and clocks and pencil sharpeners and erasers and underwear and thimbles and teapots, and scratching our heads when we learned that Salzburg’s ‘New Town’ area is actually older than colonised Australia, it was time to stop wasting our time with shameless touristy knickknacks and focus on eating our deliciously cheesy Sound of Music sandwich.

If you are a person of the first variety, the following will make perfect sense to you. Everything became a ‘the’. We saw the gazebo, the house, the graveyard, the mountains, the gardens, the bridge, the Abbey and the Church where Maria and Georg were married. With each new sighting of something familiar, me and Laura set off on a long chain of ‘And this is the part where…’ or ‘And she does this then, and then Gretl says that, and oh yeah I forgot about that bit when Rolf is throwing stones at the window! And what was the point in the pink lemonade?’ Marc was doubtless listening to Cannibal Corpse and wondering why in the name of Rodgers and Hammerstein he didn’t arrange a trip to Vladivostok instead.

Of course I know admitting to a fondness for The Sound of Music automatically makes me fall a few rungs on the ladder-of-enviable-coolness-and-flawless-taste (although people who appreciate these guys might disagree), as it is so saccharine it would make a pot of melted jelly babies coated in white chocolate, dusted with icing sugar and served with a side of millefeuille and grape bubble-tape taste bitter in comparison, there is still something interesting about visiting a place whose landscape you have known inside out and backwards since you were six. I hope this doesn’t sound too sentimental, but the movies I watched when I was little seem so much more ‘full’ than the ones I watch now. Not because they were ‘better’, but because I used to watch the same movies so much that I knew the layouts of houses, the patterns on the dresses of the drop-in characters and the exact intonation of the line, ‘Well how about that, Mr Doubting Mustafa?’ I think kids tend to put themselves ‘in’ movies, so seeing the gazebo and the fountain and the house – all completely unchanged from 1965 – was almost like déjà vu.

Two pistachios at the gazebo


I guess Marc, as a person of the first variety, can only really understand how we felt when he becomes a person of the second variety in relation to a different movie. Perhaps when he re-enacts scenes from ‘Anchorman’ in San Diego, while I wonder what’s so exciting about a dog sniffing a wheel of cheese…

8 comments:

Unknown said...

The dates: 18-20th April 2008

The city: San Diego

The pilgrimage: Anchorman

Coronado Bridge, where Baxter gets punted by Jack Black: check.
San Diego Zoo, the bear enclosure: check.
Rocky's Grill, where the newsteam reassembles: check.

I guess Marc understands how you felt, he felt the same way last year...

Unknown said...

And Baxter ate the whole wheel of cheese, he doesn't sniff it.

Sarah said...

I know he ate it rather than sniffing it. I was making the dog sniff the cheese in my little scenario so that there was the potential of a whole wheel-of-cheese eating taking place, although not right then. I was trying to make it like the dog was thinking about it before embarking on so impressive a feat.

I shall update my blog so that it says when you finally go back to San Diego you will experience it again.

Sorry for my sieve-like memory. As I said, unfortunately I am worse than a retarded goldfish.

Anonymous said...

Sarah! This blog is thoroughly enjoyable. Regarding this post, I was totally one of those Sound of Music nerds too in Salzburg...I actually sang Do-Re-Mi while skipping around that concrete monument/fountain thing like Maria and the children. Sad.

Keep blogging! I look forward to more!

Julien said...

Aaaah German language ! One of these dialects I used to practice but in such a vicious way that it became either broken Luxembourgish or Medieval Franconian...

I'm not surprized you enjoy their tendency to create a single word where a phrase could perfectly fit. We should definitely include this option to English language. Henceforth, I declare you as retardedmonochromaticgoldfishmemorylacking.

Pretty cool, uh ? How do you feelaboutitthinkitcouldbeusedwishtofightbackwithanotherstupidwordyoucanusetomakeafoolofmeinteturn ?

Sarah said...

Thanks for the kudos, Lindsay!

And Julien, at least you *can* speak broken Luxembourgish. If I could speak broken anything I would be happy.

Yes, I definitely think English should throw in a few words like that. You medievalfranconianblackandwhitecartoon.

Rebecca A said...

These are the few of my favorite things...

I sort of want to see it again now, never thought that day would come.

Geodizzle said...

Well, I enjoyed reading this thoroughly. I will be back soon!

Also, I went to salzburg for a day a few years ago with my school (it was a music trip, of course). Ah, how I remember the Mozart balls and other Mozart-related things.