7. One Travel Writing Piece
A little off the beaten path, if you will, lies a city (town?) called Mariazell. Imagine your version of a gingerbread-village, shrink it in half, light a gingerbread candle, and place the Austrian Alps in the background and you are there! In preparation for this trip, I anticipated Mariazell to be my favorite day of the trip and it did not disappoint.
For a few hours, we rode a smooth train through village after village of terracotta roof-ed houses, dropping hikers off in each village, where the train station appeared to be the biggest structure and landmark. When we arrived in Mariazell, and for that afternoon, there was a panoramic view of every shade of green, sprinkled with wildflowers. The city's main street was lined with hanging baskets of petunias.
After a hike around Burgeralpe, two others and I decided to hike down the mountain instead of taking the ski lift. There were these fun, old, wooden yellow signs that told you in hours, how long to get to the next place. For example, "Mariazell, 1.5 hours." I had not seen something like this before in the US and it made me consider Austria's relationship with time.
At the bottom of the mountain was a small chapel with a poem called "Der Kirche de Natur." This poem was about how going into nature and walking a path gives strength and clarity to a worried, weary, or tired soul. This really spoke to me, as I think backpacking to a new place, for me, is another vessel of strength and clarity. By not knowing what the next hour, or day, or week holds, you are forced to be grounded in the present moment- making the glitter settle in my mental snow globe and what is most true and beautiful to me become all the more clear.
In a way that life imitates art, I did not expect to see the yellow wooden signs or chapel on my hike in Burgeralpe, but through the walk in the woods, what is most important to me, the little things that make you feel alive, such as the tucked-away chapel, became crystal clear.