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Wow!! Stepping out of the train station, I feel like I have just gone back in time 20 years!! Hello Eastern Europe! I have never seen a city sooo graffitied! At first it is repulsive to my western sense of perfection and cleanliness, but after a while it grows on you. Bratislava has a particular grungy charm.. It is raw and real life on display. This country doesn't glamourise or cover up the reality of what Bratislava is famed for.. Cheap ...
... the number of buildings Bratislava has. By the end of my time in Bratislava, I started to gain an appreciation for the city. Its definitely not everyone's cup of tea because it does seem very drab and soviet in nature, but I find such characteristics of a city rare in many cities around the world and this is just Bratislava's personality.
Later that night, it was time to travel by night train to Krakow in Poland, and THAT experience will be described more in the next post.
... the case of Devin castle, archeologists have discovered roman ruins in a couple of areas!
One thing I realized while hiking up to the castle is that they never built these things on low land. You can only get to the after a long sweaty hike up the hill! Once up the hill, you can literally see into Austria! The castle is near the Slovak-Austrian border. It’s very pretty up there with the blue Danube ...
... and light and rich.
The Cucoriedkovy Kol had a graham cracker-like crust, a cheesecake layer, and a blueberry topping. (Best similarity is a more solid pie filling haha) and then covered in powered sugar. This was my favorite!
(Pictures of both are included in the post!
After we finished dessert, I got back to work on the files. ...
... Pasternak, Winter Night
My fellow intern left Vienna to fly back home on Sunday night, which left me with virtually 24 hours to myself. It started snowing ******* Sunday evening, and I wandered through the main streets, mouth open, catching snowflakes, as Italian school children ran and slid down the road in their sneakers. The Viennese city crews were out and made short work of the snow on the street, with the result that the roads were clear ...