Salzburg, strawberries, and sunfleurs, oh my...

This was going to end up as a 3-post series (because we had one incredibly busy day), but I've decided to cram two activities into one post to move things along.  And so, picking up from where I left off yesterday with the Eagle's Nest, we took the bus back down the mountain and headed in to nearby Salzburg.  

Once again, we did just about no planning for this trip.  I just kind of knew that I needed to cross Salzburg off of my travel list and since it was right around the corner, that's what we did.  All I really knew with absolute certainty was that I wanted to see Mozart's birth house and then wander around a bit.  

I tell you, I couldn't have planned it any better if I'd planned it!  We parked on the outskirts of the city;  walked along the river;  crossed over the bridge; wandered to Mozart's birth house; got some gelato; walked through a few fountains; stumbled into the Mirabell gardens, where I swear, it was the heat getting to me, I rode a unicorn; then we ended up in a really super cool hippie market along the river; walked back over the bridge and to the car and called it quits. 

… or so we thought.  

On our way down to Bavaria, we passed a number of either fields where you can pick your own strawberries or just plain old, amazingly adorable stands selling strawberries.  Somewhere along the way, I took it upon myself to yell out, "ERDBEEREN" (German for "strawberries") every time we passed one of these stands.  As we headed back to our B&B, I saw a stand, screamed, "ERDBEEREN" and SB actually decided (after passing up the opportunity numerous times) to pull over so we could go pick some strawberries.  I don't actually like strawberries, but I really enjoy interacting with fruit, so I was pretty stoked.  Apparently, we picked some pretty pathetic berries, because the lady running the stand shook some of the berries she'd picked into our basket as a little freebie.  I call it #fruitpity.

After this misadventure, we hit the road again, but were only in forward motion about about 60 seconds before I hollered, "STOP!  SUNFLEURS!!!"  

Sunflowers are my favourite, and there was a whole giant field of them ripe for the picking.  We didn't have any way to cut them down, so I just gimped through the rows, watched some bees pollinating, and shared my John Lennon sunnies with a few buds, all before discovering that I was absolutely covered in head rash and finally heading back to the hotel for a nice cold shower.