Until recently, I didn’t even know which mountain was which. I’ve heard the names, but I wouldn’t have been able to point them out (still not 100% sure I could…). Embarrassing, I know. My first post on my new (old) home Salzburg is not off to a very competent start. But I’m not saying, I’m the perfect city guide, nor do I want to be.

I want to share my city the way I see it, the way I discover it, little by little. Share places that mean something to me. Maybe you’ll want to visit them too, maybe you’ll see them as an opportunity to dream away for a bit, maybe you’ll take it as an inspiration to find your own special places, whereever you are.

I feel like I should explain my lack of posts during the summer. To be honest, I’m not sure why I couldn’t get myself to blog more. The summer laziness perhaps, or I felt the words were missing to go with the pictures. We all set certain standards for ourselves, and when we think we can’t reach them, it’s sometimes easier to do nothing. It’s stupid, but human. The summer was quiet, but it felt like my soul couldn’t calm down. Some moments I spent fearful of the future, self-conscious, others I was perfectly content with the present. Oh, I don’t know, life is strange.

So let’s get back to one of those wonderful moments of happiness. One afternoon, I put on my trainers, swung the camera on my shoulder and marched down Linzergasse to find the entrance to the path up one of the Salzburg’s foothills. It’s a lovely little hike, anything between 1 and 2 hours until you’re back down. Gorgeous greens, spectacular views, hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. See for yourself.

Before I forget, I’m going to Portugal on Wednesday! If you’re not doing so already, follow me on Snapchat (/Instagram Stories – whatever…) to see all the good stuff. Given I have some wifi.