The Hills are Alive

I recently went to Salzburg and found myself unwittingly in the heart of the Sound of Music. Austrians seem irritated by what is a great tourist pull because no one watched the film on its release. But money talks and its thrust on visitors with a now adult and all-American Liesl urging us to climb every mountain, part with every Euro.

For the re-enactment, I chose a green hill with a great view. Each hill does admittedly look the same and the churches all resemble the one in the opening sequence, but no matter. How she originally ran up that hill in nun-pumps and a full skirt I will never know.

Maria In Anorak (that’s me) sang The Hills Are Alive with a tape recorder from a former hotelier who used to play the songs in his restaurant as background music over breakfast.

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