In a cable car up to the sky, as in Austria the lakes are best seen from above
Nela wanted to get to the top of a high mountain in a red cable car, and I wanted to ride a yellow one, so our parents decided that we would take the first one out of such a huge wheel, where the cable cars turn back, and then we would ride down in one of a different colour. So, first we rode a yellow one, although you couldn’t see the colour from the inside of the cabin at all. Once a technician closed the door behind the four of us using a special lock and pushed our cable car onto a very thick metal wire (dad pointed it out along the way, a piece of it was hanging on the wall, and resembled a rail rather than a wire), we weren’t scared at all. We looked around and the view was so beautiful – we saw lakes and mountains, and people coming down from the peak, and even two excavators I hadn’t noticed before. The ride was real fun.
At the peak, we met a lot of tourists with almond-shaped eyes, and a lot of women wanted to take a picture with me or Nela, but we don’t like such pictures that much. We ran from one peak to another, and even though dad kept laughing and saying that we wouldn’t jump off a cliff, mom was very much afraid. There were no actual abysses there, just some steep walls alongside wide trails. If we were not supposed to run, we should’ve taken the backpacks from the car with us. The ones mom and dad carry us in on their backs. Then we would have sat nicely in those backpacks and mom and dad wouldn’t have to keep chasing us and get nervous that something would happen to us.
Dad said that we wouldn’t have to do much climbing up there and that there were beautiful views from the peak, that we would walk on our own, and he was right – Zwölferhorn was fun! I even found a snail in the grass, the same snail as those that glide near our house (I like snails, they have cool little horns and carry their houses with them), parents also bought us apple juice. We could sit down and look at everything from above. It was beautiful there. Even Nela said so a couple of times, although she’s not even two-and-a-half years old and may not completely know what it means that something is beautiful. Just in case, I explained that it is when something is so pretty that you want to stop for a moment and admire everything. Just as it was on the top of the mountain, and then at its bottom, when we had already ridden back down to the city.
I loved the lake, too. And I enjoyed eating ice cream. The waiter spoke Polish and was very happy when we were saying “Dziękuję” rather than “Danke” (this is in German, the language everyone speaks there, but everyone understands “thank you” as well), as over the last couple of days. When we were ordering a pizza, spaghetti and ice cream with Nela by ourselves, everyone understood that too, although you had to say “Eis” instead of “ice cream”. It was delicious.
Also the fish was delicious, and our parents were very surprised by this fact. I mean, not by the fact it was delicious, because they enjoyed eating it too, but because we were so eager to eat it. – But they didn’t enjoy eating fish earlier, did they? – mom wondered. And she should know that for us sometimes something tastes good and sometimes something doesn’t taste good. Sometimes you like something, sometimes you don’t – isn’t it the same with everyone?
After the mountain and the lake, we were – quite surprisingly – tired, so we got into the car and took a nap on the way to a bigger city, where we spent the evening. We stopped in a car park in the middle of a mountain and then walked through grottos, like in fairy-tales, just to suddenly leave them behind and enter the very centre of the city. Dad said that the Altstadt, Hildmannplatz car park is a brilliant solution, and I agree with him, because I enjoyed walking through the grottos very much. I could get lost in them myself, but, thankfully, parents remembered where we left our car. That’s very important, because if we hadn’t found it, I wouldn’t have found my teddy bear that was waiting there for me. I even wanted to take it with me, in my little backpack (Nela and I have our backpacks for water, binoculars, and other important things), but parents said that it could fall out in the crowd and that it wanted to rest in the car. That’s the only reason why it stayed there.
Walking around Salzburg was awesome. We saw cool bridges there, including the one with a lot of padlocks attached. Dad says it’s because people believe that if they lock a padlock on the bridge – the same kind of padlock we have on our shed in front of the house – and throw out the key, they will never split up. This is very strange – why lock a padlock so as not to open it? If dad did it at home, he wouldn’t be able to take the lawn mower out from the shed.
There were also many wires above the streets. Dad said they were for trolleys, such special buses that don’t fume because they drive being connected to those wires. Although sometimes they’re not connected – when we were arriving in the city and one of those trolleys was in front of us, everyone started honking at our car and dad became a bit nervous. Only then did he notice that the trolley driver got out and was lifting the cables lying on the roof with a special stick, connecting them to the wires above the street, and that everyone was honking at us so as to pass the trolley. All in all, dad admitted that they were somewhat right, but I liked how the trolley driver was lifting the wires.
In this city, I also liked the bakery, where there were huge bread snails and frogs, and the fountains – there were quite a lot of the fountains. There was also a fountain with stone horses standing on it, and water was flowing even from the horses. And the castle was beautiful, especially when it was so nicely illuminated during the evening. I preferred the mountains and the lakes, though, but I liked the city of Salzburg as well. Although I don’t quite understand why so many people were taking pictures in front of such ordinary houses, in which some man playing a violin used to live. After all, he wasn’t there anymore, because if he was there, you would hear the music, right? And music doesn’t photograph well, anyways. But adults are a bit strange sometimes, and you just have to get used to it.