Salzburg, Austria. Roman municipium, Seat of prince-archbishops of the Holy Roman Empire, Birthplace of Mozart, Famed for it’s baroque architecture, and the setting for The Sound of Music. A town filled with buskers and tourists. A town that I happened to be visiting one early August some years back. I arrived in late morning on a steamy, hot day. I was struck immediately by Hohensalzburg Castle located on a hill above the old town lending a heavy brooding feeling to the whole setting. The hostel I was staying at was located across the river from the old town and a short walk from the Mirabell Palace.
One of the first things that always seemed to happen after checking into a hostel was striking up conversations with the other young tourists staying there and discussing places they’ve been, places they are going, where they are from, and how long they’ve been traveling/how much longer will they be traveling. Meeting eligible young women and picking them up for nefarious purposes was never much of a problem. Canadian, Australian, British, or American, it didn’t matter.
Most of these young people I met were traveling in pairs with a friend. I was traveling alone. This always seemed to strike the people I met as a daunting task, but I never felt that way. I was beholden to no one and only had a vague idea of where I wanted to go or what I wanted to see. If someone recommended a particular place, I was flexible enough to change my plans and go check it out. Other than some set dates for visiting family in northern and southern Europe, I was on an open ended adventure for roughly half a year. Traveling alone was a great DHV for the various women I encountered. I received many an invitation to ‘travel’ with pretty young things, but this particular story is not such a one.
While checking in at the hostel I met a couple of guys from Los Angeles. Both were of Asian descent. One was rought 5-foot 10-inches tall, athletic build and well groomed. The other was shorter by 5 inches, heavy set and slightly dumpy looking. The two guys were best friends who had grown up together. Tall Asian was a natural. Good looking and confident with the ladies. The three of us struck up an easy conversation and within a short amount of time we were joking around like long lost friends. I took my leave of them and headed out for the day, promising to catch up with them around dinner time.
When I got back to the hostel late in the afternoon, tall and short Asian were seated with a cute little blond number with a nice rack and another gal with a really dark tan and shoulder length curly brown hair. Both guys were concentrating on the blond to the exclusion of the other gal. As I got closer I could see why.
The blond was a petite little thing, barely 5-feet tall with disproportionately large breasts. The brunette was tall. I mean very tall. As in 6-feet 2-inches tall. She introduced herself as Ingrid from Canada, and from the neck down she was a pure 8. Athletic, with broad shoulders from rowing on a woman’s crew team. Petite breast and yet a nice feminine curve to her hips and butt. But, oh my god, what a face.
There wasn’t anything wrong per se, just…I don’t know…incongruent. I’ll try to explain. Her eyebrows were fine and well shaped. Her eyes were just a tad too far apart, her nose was shaped like a ski jump, curling up at the tip, her lips were thin, and her teeth, while straight, were spaced apart as if her jaws were too big and her teeth too small.
Ingrid was a sweetheart. Demure, feminine, but no shrinking violet. When I walked into the room and introduced myself I could see her eyes light up. Some of it might of had to do with the fact that I was the tallest guy in the room and as much as she towered over everyone else, I still towered over her. Or it could be that she was tired of being ignored. For whatever reason, we clicked.
Along with Tall Asian (TA), Short Asian (SA), and Perky Blond (PB), Ingrid and I headed out to a local biergarten. Late in the evening after downing many steins of beer and sharing a lot of conversation, we all headed back to the hostel. When we got there we could see that there were a lot of guests in the bar of the hostel continuing the revelry and we decided to join them. TA was still gaming PB, but SA was like an anchor and an unintentional cock block. TA was having a heck of a time trying to isolate. On the other hand, I was having no problems. We were all dancing and drinking having a great time. And when I say dancing I mean everywhere. On the tables, benches and chairs. At one point Ingrid and I are sitting next to each other with all this racket and activity going on, and yet no one is looking at us and it was as if we were alone. She looked up into my eyes and I could tell she wanted me to kiss her and do so much more. Beautiful brown eyes really, but I couldn’t get past the rest of her face. I put my arm around her, gave her a brief hug and the spell was broken.
END PART I.
