Sadness in Salzburg

Salzburg has been disappointing.  It's a pretty little city, but there's not a terrible lot to do here.  It's not even terribly photogenic- it's a small city, but doesn't really have the glorious old world charm of Bern, the nearest city I can compare it to.  

Today we (I) planned on seeing Mozart's birthplace, only to be stymied by the terrible weather.

Yesterday, we took the train from Vienna to Salzburg, arriving in good time and checking into our stark, but comfortable ho(s)tel.  After our typical rest period, we set out to explore Salzburg for a while.  We headed to the quaint old section of the city, got some dinner, and wandered around until an incredibly fierce wind picked up.  It got so strong at points that it kicked up gravel and dust from the road into our faces, getting in Marc's mouth and contacts.

We woke up this morning to steady, driving rain.  After checking out of the ho(s)tel, we made our miserable way to the grocery store at the train station to pick up some food, then to our second hostel.  Why a second hostel, you ask?  Originally, we had planned to spend three nights in Salzburg (and four in Vienna), but cut a night off Salzburg (and Vienna) to give ourselves two nights in Munich.  When we massaged our schedule to squeeze in Munich, our original Salzburg hostel (the one we're currently in) couldn't fit us in, so we had to book a second.

All day it's been rainy, cold, and windy.  Our trek from hostel to hostel left us cold, and my shoes soaked (they seriously must be made of sponges, my feet get wet so quickly when I get them anywhere near a wet surface).  Our motivation to go out for the rest of the day has basically vaporized, and the extent of our voyages seems like it's only going to be to the nearby movie theater to see the new Harry Potter movie.  

Perhaps after the movie we'll be in more of a mood to see Mozart's birthplace, but reviews of it say that it's not an amazing attraction.  Still, I feel somewhat like I should visit it as sort of a musical homage...

Now I sit in our hostel, suffering wet pants and The Sound of Music.  It's a shame more people probably associate Salzburg with this maudlin movie than with Mozart.  I pity the poor people who work the front desk at our hostel who are forced to endure it eminating from the common room twice a day as any number of guests croon along to the lyrics.