[Wörgl, 14 December 1769] ¹¹ Mozart and his father left Salzburg on 13 December; see the diary of Dominicus Hagenauer, 13 December 1769: ‘Today Dom. Mozart, with his only son, left for Italy’ (Deutsch, Mozart. A Documentary Biography, 101). They had received permission to travel on 27 November and an archiepiscopal subvention of 120 ducats. See the register of the Salzburg treasury for 27 November 1769 (‘to Mozarth and his son presented for the journey to Italy 120 ducats . . . . 600.- [fl.]’) and the diary of Dominicus Hagenauer for the same day (‘Today Dom. Wolfgangus Mozart, a youth of fourteen years, received permission to travel to Italy and also an official letter granting him the title of Concert-Maister and promising him, upon his return from Italy, the remuneration due to that office.’ Deutsch, Mozart. A Documentary Biography, 94-5. Mozart was given a paid position at court on 21 August 1772; see the instruction to the Salzburg exchequer:

Inasmuch as His Serene Highness has by his most gracious decree of 9 hujus granted one hundred and fifty florins annually at the most submissive supplication of His Highness’s Concert Master Wolfgang Amade Mozart, the Princely Court Pay Office is herewith instructed to pay this monthly pro rata and to post it in the accounts.
Decretum in Consilio Camerae
21 August 1772

Deutsch, Mozart. A Documentary Biography, 142 [Close]
Wirgl / 8 o`clock on Wednesday evening

We reached Kalterl at 1 o`clock and had some potted veal for lunch, accompanied by the most fearful smell; we washed it down with a few draughts of good beer as the wine was no better than a laxative.
It was after seven by the time we reached Lofer; after I`d ordered the meal, we went to visit the prefect, who was very put out that we weren`t staying with him. As we`d already ordered our meal at the inn, we had it brought over to the prefect`s and ate it there, gossiping until 10 o`clock, when we were given a fine room and a good bed there. In the morning I had some chocolate to drink and Wolfg. had some excellent soup. By midday we were in St Johann and arrived this evening in Wirgl, where I`d arranged to meet the vicar, Herr Hartman Kelhammer from Chiemsee. He has just arrived. He sends his best wishes. It`s now 10 o`clock, we shall have to go to bed as I have to be up at 5 in the morning. I`m told that the roads were very bad, but I slept soundly throughout much of the journey as I saw that we had a very good driver. There`s an amazing amount of snow hereabouts, especially between Lofer and St Johann. Keep well and remain cheerful! I`ll write again from Insprugg.
Mzt

MOZART`S POSTSCRIPT

Dearest Mama,
My heart is bursting with sheer delight as I`m enjoying this journey so much, it`s so warm in the carriage and our coachman is a jolly fine fellow who drives so fast whenever the road lets him. Papa will already have given Mama an account of the journey, my reason for writing to Mama is to show that I know my duty and that I am, with the deepest respect, her devoted son
(o Sia)
Wolfgang Mozart

MOZART`S POSTSCRIPT TO HIS FATHER`S LETTER OF 14 DECEMBER 1769

My dearest Sister, ²² This postscript is written in Italian[Close]
We`ve reached Wirgel safely, thank God - to tell the truth, I must say that travelling is great fun and that it`s not at all cold - our carriage is as warm as a room. How`s your sore throat? Didn`t our Signor Seccatore turn up on the day we left? If you see Signor Schidenhofen, tell him that I`m for ever singing: Tralaliera, tralaliera, and tell him that I don`t need to pour sugar in my soup now that I`m no longer in Salzburg. At Lover we ate and slept at the home of Sig Helmreich, who`s the prefect there. His wife is a splendid woman, she`s the sister of Signor Moll. I`m hungry, I feel a great urge to eat something, meanwhile farewell, addio: Wolfgang Mozart
P.S.: Best wishes to all my good friends, to Signor Hagenauer (the merchant), to his wife, to his sons and daughters, to Signora Rosa and her husband, and to Sig Adlgasser and Spizeder. Ask Sig Hornung from me whether he again thought it was me in bed, not you.