So inspired by the mountains and in pursuit of more we set out for a town called Innsbruck. We knew that this place was surrounded from every corner with mountains however once we arrived we were quite in awe with the size and magnitude of these colossal towers that held guard over the city. They certainly cast an early shadow over the town and its people as we found out later that day.
The car ride there was quite magical as we both couldn’t stop imagining all the mountains at winter time strewn with snow. We imagined the locals skiing down through the trees and at one point even becoming locals here. So beautiful you would want to stay. It was with these sights and our imagination full that we vowed to return to Austria during the winter. However it was summer this time.
Upon arriving at Innsbruck the first thing we noticed was that down each alley way you could always catch a glimpse of the mountains that surrounded the city. It gave you both a feeling of security and feeling lost in some recluse town. Our first port of call was ‘the golden roof’ which is quite famous and equally impressive. It is a roof that is made entirely of gold. It had some massive historical story behind it but um, can’t remember. Something about a family fighting against another and then a victory to someone..We picked up a city map, scanned it, chose our next point and then put the map safely away in our back pocket so we didn’t massively stick out like tourists (even though we were). We visited a old minster with the most impressive organ that I have ever laid my eyes upon, walked through the back streets, across a botanical garden, stopped for a most delicious strudel and then found ourselves at the rivers edge with a view that was quite memorising. These colourful mansions with the backdrop of what looked like their own private ski mountain was well worth a photo or two and a good stare to take it all in. And take it in we did.
One of the final stops of the day was one of a very different nature. If you go back 20 years ago the Winter Olympics were held in Innsbruck and we took the lift up to the top of the Vogel ski jump. Those ski-jumpers are flippin nuts!! It would be the closest feeling to flying as a human could get I would imagine, for those who survive. We stayed up the top for some time pointing out all the places we had walked throughout the day. From that vantage point we said farewell to Innsbruck, its surrounding mountains and its alpine fields and made back for Kaprun. It was well worth the day out.
Now I realise that I have talked about the mountains about ten times in this post, however both Lauren and I would agree that they were the star of the day. Sorry about all the mountain talk.