Snow…I wanted a white Christmas and sadly the year my mum and I decided to go to Europe for the holidays was the year it didn’t snow at Christmas. Everyone who heard this commented on how the two Zimbabweans has disrupted the annual winter wonderland scene and had sadly forgotten to bring the sunshine with them. I am never one to be defeated so I got onto the train from Munich and headed to Salzburg for the day, with the sole purpose of chasing the snow.
I arrived in this famous birth place of Mozart, but sightseeing wasn’t on my agenda as I went up the snow capped mountain in the cable car. The views up the mountain were a sight for sore eyes, I made a conscious decision to be fully present and not ruin it by trying to take pictures. When we arrived as far as the cable car could take us, the guide told us that there was a trail and at the top of the mountain, the views were worth the hike. I was so excited and with my camera in hand (phone attached to my selfie stick) off I went. I didn’t get very far because I wasn’t wearing the right shoes and the snow was incredibly slippery. I could see a few people ahead of me falling and sliding down and helping each other up and carrying on hiking up the trail. I was terrified of falling and just stood there taking in the views and pretending that I had gone out to play in the snow on Christmas morning and was out building a snowman. I lasted about half an hour till a skier came by and all but carried me back to the path to get the cable car back down the mountain. I explained that I was wearing my cute boots which were no match for any slope and this seemed to be amusing to him but it saved me from crawling back to that path. In my eyes, as I enjoyed delicious apple strudel and warmth at the quaint Hotel Untersberg (that I sincerely hope to stay at one day) I decided that my brief experience up that mountain still counted as my white Christmas. At the time I didn’t know that I would have many more white Christmases in my lifetime.
