Hotel rooms on the Austrian side were hard to come by on the weekend so we stayed at Hotel Big-Koch (no kidding) in Ainring on the German side of the border. It was only a short train ride from Salzburg on Saturday afternoon then a nice walk from the bahnhof. The Christmas market in Salzburg dominated the old town and the only way to tell it from Munich's was the food. More waffles and chocolate, less bratwurst and gluhwein. Innsbruck was even more low key, probably because it was Sunday and the shops were closed.
Ridin' high in Salzburg
We have been wandering from Germany to Austria and back without even realizing - or caring - what country we are in. And just when we thought we had enough holiday cheer we found ourselves at the Berchtesgaden Advent back in Germany. It had an authentically "homey" feel, almost as if we had intruded upon a gathering of locals. Everything was calm and friendly, mostly families. Of course there was abundant eats; baked potatoes and waffles, pretzels and soups and my personal favorite, raclette, melted cheese scooped from the round and ladled onto dark bread. Oh yeah!
Yummy!
