(you can tell it's bound for Salzburg, because the minute you get on, the piped music you hear is Mozart.) Then you land and see this:
And in case you'd forgotten who Salzburg's fave native son is, he welcomes you to the airport:
...and in the hotel:
I got bumped up to a double room! God must be preparing to punish me later. Here's the view from my room:
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Wow!
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