Hang on, wasn't the escape of the Von Cahan family supposed to be, you know, an arduous trek though the Alps or something? With Nazis! In a sidecar! Or was that Indiana Jones?
Climb ev'ry mountain, eat all the cheese, follow every menu, 'till you find your dream. Hold the Matterhorn folks, already found it alive and well in seat 91K.
How do you solve a problem like Mom-my? Uhm, with a flat bed seat and wine?
If you're trying to smuggle your marionettes into neutral territory a layover in Frankfurt seems like a poor choice. Unless your lonely goatherd has Star Alliance Gold of course, because in that case the Lufthansa lounge does a mean mocha.
Imagine how things would have unfolded for the Von Trapp's in 2019, instead of having to hit the stage to solve their cash flow problems they could have just Airbnb-ed the attic room. Four stars for the fringes-of-the-old-town location and one more for the singing nanny.
You can almost hear the Mozart sonata floating through the secluded courtyards of old town Salzburg. Almost. You've got kids, remember?
The kind of spread one needs to fuel an excursion into the heart of the Austrian Alps.
The lakeside alpine town of Hallstatt boasts more mountains than Ls and Ts combined.
Daddy, I think I might become a composer. Ok son, but minor in something other than G minor please.
If you're going to compose, can you at least do your thesis on Scherzo for X-Wings?
When you're in the birthplace of the apple strudel you're allowed to have one for lunch.
It's classical, just like Mozart.
Doe, a deer, a female deer; Rey, a Jedi, the last one; Mei a name I call my mommy...
So, ready to try out for the Austrian men's downhill team?
It wouldn't be the Alps without precision engineered funicular.
Daddy I think that funicular was the Polar Express.
In Europe even the mountains are stroller-friendly.
Is that New Jersey down there Daddy?
I hope the engineers anticipated the weight of all those Instagram likes.
I'll have the polar bear dumpling please, and a macchiato.
Is that an apple strudel in the window Daddy?
Lucky there we no selfies back in 1938 otherwise they never would have made it to neutral territory.
Ok, I guess Mommy and Daddy will take the pack 'n play then.
That hilltop fortress looks an awfully long way away, are you sure it's in stroller radius?
I should have recognized the classic Salzburg Defense by white: Ry Ry to d4.
Luckily the white knight is too heavy, otherwise it was check mate.
Do we have enough provisions to survive the siege? Let's see, we have about a hour's worth of goldfish crackers and one handful of gummies. So yeah, it's all good.
King of the North? Nah, I've abdicated my crown, too cold.
The hills are alive with the sound of slurping.
Where's that singing nanny when you need her? I thought she could like fly in on an umbrella or something?
Next stop, London town.
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