Italy - Verona
Verona Day 1 So farewell Salzburg, home of the Von Trapps and Mozart. The Von Trapps were a real family choir, but there story was embroidered considerably. But I did find a lonely goat turd high on a hill. I'm now on the train between Innsbruck and Brenner. It's cool and rainy with very low cloud, which justifies us skipping Innsbruck and going straight to Verona. The first leg of the journey was east to Innsbruck, then we changed trains and headed towards Verona through the Brenner Pass. This is a combination of river valleys and long tunnels through the Tyrol Alps, lands which are the border between the German and Italian speaking world and have been fought over for thousands of years. We were well into what is now Italy before the houses lost their alpine appearance, and cypress trees and vineyards appeared that gave the land an Italian look. At Porto Nuovo station in Verona, Julie found our new accommodation on Google Maps, and we dragged our trolley bags through th...