To begin here is the lovely Pension we found to call "home" while there in Salzburg.  It was our most expensive place to stay at, but is was so close to the old Salzburg that it was worth it all.  Our room was the one at the very top.  Beautiful room and bathroom, plus a lovely view.

The last day we were there, we had just come out of an old cemetery and walked a bit and then around the corner. Here we enter a square and there many people had booths set up, selling all kinds of Austrian knickknacks. My husband saw an Austrian hat that he thought he might like to buy, I had been holding N.’s hand, but had let go and was looking at the items there as well. Soon I realized that N. was not beside me, so I started to look for him and saw that he was nowhere around. I told my husband that he was gone and asked the girls if they saw where he went. I told the two ladies at the booth that we had lost our small son as well. I went around calling for him and went up a street asking anyone if they had seem a little boy, hardly anyone could understand me and by this time I'm crying. I can remember tears streaming down my face and me asking if anyone had seen a little boy about so high.  All this time I was praying that He was ok and that we would find him.  It was so scary and I was fearing the worst! In the  meantime, my husband walked back to the cemetery and there was N. standing right where we had been sitting earlier and he was asking for me. When I came back, I saw my husband coming with him and I was so relieved. I took him and hold unto him for a good bit. All this just took a matter of minutes, but it seemed like forever when it happened. I was so thankful we found him, God was watching over him. My husband never did buy the hat, he figured it would just collect dust in our closet, but there was a man selling guitar cds, so he bought on of those instead.  Something for himself from Salzburg! The girls and I got a kerchief.