Just revisiting my beloved Salzburg. This city was unexpectedly my favorite when David and I spent two weeks taking trains around Western Europe. I won't ever get over how much I love the Mirabell Gardens. I miss the dainty European streets, the Alps in view at any point, and cinnamon sugar pretzels as big as our heads. Now that I'm almost done with school and not sure what I'm doing after I graduate, I feel a lot of signs directing me back. Or at least on the same continent.
Can you blame me?