My hair gets messy when my head is in the clouds
Trip Start Jan 08, 2014
6Trip End Apr 23, 2014
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The reason for my prolonged disappearance is due to a couple of factors. While working on my Auf Geht's program (for my German class), my computer decided it was time to pass away. My computer was not only vital for my sanity, but also for my studies. Also, I find blogs an incredibly difficult thing to write, seeing as I've been working on this post for a week now. So I'll try my hand at inception and give you blogs with in a blog.
Learning to Live
I had not realized that going abroad would be the hardest thing I have ever done
At this moment, I can't quite tell you if I love this program, or am a bit jaded by the work overload. I can't quite break down how much we have got to do, but it is rather overwhelming. All of it seems more burdensome when it all has to be done on a computer, something I no longer have. Danny has been so kind as to let me piggy-back on his computer time (if you know Danny, you know that is a pretty big gift). To speak of the good: I have had so many incredible experiences thus far. I've been to a concert played by the Vienna Symphony (Strauss, Gershwin, and Bernstein were played), been to an opera in the heart of Vienna (in which I had to walk through a police barricade to get there [there was a fun little riot protesting the government]), toured the salt mines of Hallein, and have had countless accounts of history, culture, and a personal enlightenment.
I've taken to trying new cafes to observe the local and global community. Just yesterday I met the most lovely couple from Belgium, who proceeded to tell me that I talk too fast. Nothing my Grandpa hasn't told me already. This at least will be an extra incentive to better myself at German. So that I can speak as quickly as I damn well please
So as I slow my speak, I also slow my mentality down to take a moment to be grateful. You all thought that I was gonna gripe this whole post, huh? I am so very grateful for this amazing opportunity, but more so for every passing day, because life is truly a blessing, and I've had several experiences that have reminded me of such.
This was not my frame of mind when we left for Vienna and Budapest for 6 days, a daunting task for someone who was spread rather thin.
What is That Confusing Second Toilet
My first impression of Vienna was not the incredible medieval infrastructure complemented by modern masterpieces. It was not the amazing street vendors that sell tasty food and fun souvenirs. It wasn't the impressive amounts of history or culture this wonderful city holds. It was the confusing second toilet staring at me when I walked into my hotel room. Bidet? No way. My roommate and I had a good laugh about it before being ushered out for our immediate walking tour. We spent several hours walking around Medieval Vienna, leading us to the Blue Danube. We broke into smaller groups depending on the sight we wished to see, so I chose to go to the Hundertwasser Museum
The next day, we had a tour of Imperial Vienna. We
Leaving a Bit of Me in Pest
I never knew that I wanted to go to Budapest until I had been in the city. It has architecture that calls to me. Once strong and unyielding buildings now stand with a slight touch of dilapidation due to the harsh grasp of time and the limited funds in Hungary post World War II. Our hotel was one of the most lavish buildings in all of Pest, and that may be because of the money that tourism brings in
On our first night in Budapest, we visited the castle, where I had my first taste of actual cold weather. Wind and snow greeted my pre-chilled cheeks (the face ones) and I knew that Salzburg had not yet reached winter, a luxury I both appreciated and was a bit saddened by. We walked around this beautiful castle for the better part of an hour, and once we were all thoroughly frozen, we left for our dinner. We checked into our lovely hotel, and from there we all walked to dinner together. We went to a lovely local Jewish restaurant called Spinoza Cafe, where I had tried goose for the first time. What happened next was one of the most bizarre experiences I had yet to have in this trip.
This part of the post is not for the faint of heart. So, you've been warned. During the lovely dinner at Spinoza, I had a moment that was so lovely. That is, before the nausea settled. There was a piano player who was playing hit after hit of songs we all knew
Danny quietly ushered me out of Spinoza and into a run-down alleyway. We had a short discussion of whether or not I needed to throw up then and there, spicing up the alleyway in the process, or try and make it back to the hotel, where I could throw up in peace. I opted for the second option, as I try to avoid throwing up in public places as often as I possibly can. However, as we quickly walked back towards our hotel, it became increasingly clearer that I could not make it all the way back. I had to throw up, and soon. Danny and I began to search for slightly more private places where I could release some things, but we were in a fairly crowded part of the city, so we found a trash can and I opted to make the best of a bad situation and use that as a vessel for my vomit. The trash can stood in front of a car with its headlights on, spotlighting me as if I were on stage. I lifted up the lid and, like the gentleman he is, Danny held it up for me. I was standing a good 2 feet away from the trash can, give or take a few inches, and proceeded to vomit more at once than I've ever vomited before
By far, my favorite part of Budapest were the two tour guides I was so blessed to meet. Adam Botta was both captivating and very unsure of himself. I just wanted to scream "Be proud! You are awesome!!" I think inside he knew he was the bee's knees. He stole the heart of every person in our group, and I walked away convinced I would not meet a finer individual. The next day, Juliana gave him a run for his money. Juliana is a Holocaust surviver who delved into her incredible tale. She told us of the priests who hid her in a coal box, and the terror that she felt. I looked around to see that there was not a dry eye in the beautiful synagogue where she told us her story. The most powerful thing I had heard in a while came from her lips: "Horrible, terrible things have happened to me. I should be mad and crazy. But there is no use in that. Instead, I have my humor." And that she most certainly did. She walked side by side with me and we laughed together and made fun of how crazy Hungarian drivers can be. She and Adam melted my heart, and it made me hesitant to bis Budapest adieu.
So here I sit, a bit frazzled, incredibly star struck, and in dire need of a nap. Tomorrow, we have another concert, the next day another German exam, and on Friday, I leave for Italy
So to wrap it all up, I will leave you all with an interesting thought: the roosters here do not say "cock-a-doodle-doo" like our dear man chickens back home. Instead, they cry out, "Cick-a-ricki." So let that settle you all to sleep, or wake you up in the morning I suppose.