Yep. We wanted nothing more than to help our dad push a car all the way to Switzerland and have a boy to dance around a gazebo in the rain with, even if he did turn out to be a Nazi rat later.
So of course, the minute I set foot in Europe for the first time, I couldn't wait to go to Salzburg and run singing through the streets.
I was not alone.
My friends and I signed up for one of the many "official" Sound of Music tours, packed in with zillions of other tourists with guide maps, cameras, and visions of Julie Andrews and the gang hanging from trees in colorful curtains. Yes, we did see the convent yard where they crouched behind the gravestones, and the actual gazebo (relocated to a convenient in-town location), but the whole experience was vaguely disappointing and made us a little sad*.
On the plus side, there was Linzer Torte.
That made us feel better. As in, very, very happy.
And being able to bake my own is one of my new favorite things**.