Still sickly, so hibernating in the hostel so that tomorrow I can make the most of it. FINALLY got my hangover kebab. I have only been waiting since Budapest for this!
My goal: to post at least one photo from everywhere I go!
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So… had the worst sleep of my life. Why is that people insist upon closing the windows in the room? Obviously with 6 people in a room it is going to get hot as Hell in there. But it seems the thing to do is to take off all ones clothing, don’t use a blanket, close all the windows and just bake. I don’t understand. It is so nice and cool out… whyyyyyyyy? I waited until everyone left and went back to sleep for a few hours with the windows OPEN this time.Anyway… visited the Mozart Geburtshaus. Well, just kind of looked from outside. I found it quite funny that in the bottom is a grocery store. Really? You’d think they’d cash in on something better than a Spar!
And also one of the bridges is covered in locks like in Budapest! I guess it’s easier to lock them to a bridge and throw the key in right there than having to walk all the way to the Danube. Good job, Austrians. More efficient than the Hungarians!
Despite being sickly, I decided I should venture out and see Salzburg at night. To be quite honest, other than around the river, it is really dark and kind of creepy. I figured there would be more lighting and more people around, especially where it is a pretty touristy place. Needless to say, I didn’t wander too too far and was back fairly early. Somebody tell my mom I am keeping safe, please!
I happened upon something…… people dancing in the Domsplatz with torches (which they threw into the fountain at the end of the performance) and there were fireworks going off. I think I was more confused than delighted, to be quite honest.
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Walked a bit around DT Salzburg.
Even hung out with Mozart a little bit.
But decided to spend the day in a park in overlooking the mountains because, well, I know that tomorrow I will be even sicker than I am today, so I figure I will make the most of today, tire myself out from walking and spend tomorrow napping.
So, I have decided to learn German this year becausewell, I need to live in Austria. That’s all there is to it. The mountains are so beautiful! I want to go explore. Hopefully I will be better in a day or two when I am in Munich. There are also mountains there! I am quite sad though, because I had been planning to rent a bike and ride through the country. That is definitely not going to happen…. -
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Sick. That is all. But I am drinking plenty of orange juice! This one bottle promises to have 11 freshly squeezed oranges in it. Really, I just like the bottle!
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Je sais que je veux revenir à Vienne, mais peut-être avec un ami et quand j’aurai plus d’argent. Really, I just want to come back for the carnival. J’ai vu des cartes postale partout qui disaient: “I have spent so much money in Vienna that I could only send you half a postcard.” Mais, pendant que j’étais là, je n’ai pas pensé aux finances. Je songeais depuis longtemps du jour où je serais à Vienne, alors j’ai décidé de m’amuser le plus que possible. My poor wallet…..I started to feel a bit sick so I decided to just lounge around, sit in the parks, etc. etc. I went to one on the outskirts of town where some drunk old men were singing! I sat down and one rushed to my aid, putting down a newspaper so that I would not get wet when I sat down, then promptly went back to his singing trio. It was nice. I wish I could have spent more time here, but c’est la vie. Right? -
As I have already mentioned, I have always wanted to hear great music being played in Vienna. Unfortunately, I missed the Opera season so I bought a ticket to an orchestra performance instead. Tout d’abord, j’ai eu l’impression que ça pourrait être malorgnisé, mais je suis si contente d’être ici finalement que je m’en fiche. I will make the best of it so that this is a night I had always dreamed of! Anyhow, I am wearing the nicest dress I have with me and I am getting tipsy off white wine. It’s the first time I have had wine in… I can’t remember.
Well, I enjoyed the orchestra after all. So much so that I did not want it to end by the end of the performance. The only thing I did not like was the the performers dressed up in costumes like from the 18th century. To me, this cheapens the performance. Like, as spectators, we should be there to appreciate the music simply and should not rely on theatrics or novelties such as costumes. I think the performance would have been much nicer had they all been wearing suits or something. I mean, hell, it was near to impossible to tell which members of the orchestra were male or female. I don’t think that was perfectly… fair. But, whatever sells right?
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“I am in love with you and you don’t even like me” he said.If anyone has ever said that to you, you know how hard it is to have to affirm or deny that statement. Well surely I liked him. Or at least things about him. I liked his eyes, his pointed eye teeth and cute smile, his perfect body and his tattoos. I liked his devotion and his chivalrous manner. This might be the first time I have met a man in a bar who has not tried to kiss me or take me home at the end of the night. All he wanted to do was protect me. He wanted to hold my hand. So for these things, I liked him. He told me it was love at first sight for him. Any other man I would have never have believed, but I believed him. But I would certainly never love him back. For that I am sad. I think he realized that as well.Anyone that knows me knows that my actions are, for the most part, dictated by passion and impulse, not usually logic… I get caught up far too often in romance. I really did believe him because I too, have been there. It is more of a curse, especially knowing you are so far away and it is so doubtful you will ever see them again. If you do, it is even worse because you love them still and even more. It just gives false hope, really. It is for this reason I had to stand him up the next day. What hope would there ever have been for us? None. He loves me, I do not love him. He pines for a woman half way around the world, while she does the same. It’s not fair. Love is the worst, especially when it is long distance… -
Today is Friday, the 13th. The only thing I would consider as bad luck is that it is raining. Other than that, I have passed a wonderful day!
So, I went to the Kunsthistorisches museum where they have the largest collection of Bruegel’s (elder) works in the world! He is one of my favourite artists, so I was quite excited. W.H. Auden mentioned him in one of his poems ‘Musée des Beaux Arts’ so, upon reading that poem, I looked him up and fell in love with his works. Simple as that. I find them amusing and I like his style.I picked an umbrella up (naturally since it was raining) at a shop and, hoping it would not blow out on its first day like my last one. C’est une drôle d’histoire, je te jure. Tu peux me demander si tu as envie de l’entendre!Sous ma parapluie, j’ai fais une ballade au Stadtpark où j’ai vu de petits canards qui étaient trooooop mignon! Et aussi le monument en or de Johann Strauss (moins impressionnant). Un homme en costume de Mozart essayait de me vendre des billets de concert, alors je lui ai dit que je ne savais pas parler anglais, ni allemand (au moins c’est la vérité) pour que je puisse avoir un peu de tranquillité.So yeah, had some coffee at Starbucks. The guy working there spelled my name ‘Gulie’ and pronounced it ‘Ghoulie’. I laughed because it was cute… but I think he thought I was mocking him.
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Hostel life
A kid staying my room from Manchester, feeling estranged from his travel companions: as if he were too mature for their company. All he wants to do is read and write, not party, drink or go out to strip clubs like his friends. I guess I see a bit of myself in that kid. I remember being 18 and wanting to know everything about the world, wanting to read every book ever written (still do!), wanting to be inspired by something; anything and looking to the big, wide world for that inspiration.He says he feels all grown up now. I remember that feeling of finally feeling ‘ grown up’. Hell, I don’t think I experienced that until very recently to be quite honest. Being grown up has nothing to with age (as this kid has taught me) or the job you have, if you are married with kids, etc. but it is about finally no longer being at odds with yourself: finally being satisfied with you lot in life. I guess this is it: I am all grown up!That kid is much more mature than his 18 years. Maybe one day he will realize he wasn’t all grown up at 18, as I sure have. Maybe he would have been happier traveling on his own, actually. He seems like that kind of guy. I have never liked teenagers (even myself as one), but this kid was different, that’s for sure. I passed on my copy of Snows of Kilimanjaro. Hopefully he finds in it something vulgar and startling, but something new and exciting that he didn’t know existed: something outside his comfort zone which opens his eyes a little more. I hope Hemingway doesn’t scar him too much! -
So, there are two things that I have always wanted to do in my life. Firstly, to see the aurora borealis and secondly, to come to Vienna and hear some beautiful music. Well, today I accomplish the second item on that list. Well, part of that second item.
But Vienna is not all fun and games. J’ai eu un peu de mal à Vienne. J’au passé que deux minutes dans la ville (à la gare même) quand j’ai fais peur à une petite fille Autrichienne. ET de plus, je n’ai rien fais!!! Elle disait quelque chose à sa mère en Allemand, ne sachant pas que je comprend Allemand. Je n’ai pas réalisé qu’elle parler de moi jusqu’à ce que j’ai entendu ‘la dame avec les tattooages’. Le regard sur son visage était un de peur. Putain…. Mais je suis si gentille! :(
J’ai dormi pendant deux milles ans! Non, j’exagère…. un peu. Mais, je n’au pas réveillé jusqu’à midi! I was still recovering from my time in Budapest of course. Alors, je n’ai pas eu la chance de beaucoup voir la ville: seulement le Mozarthaus et puis l’église St. Stephens (et bien sûr les rue les entourent). J’ai fais du magasinage sur la rue principale (qui me fais penser aux Champs Élysées à Paris) parce que je voulais une nouvelle robe pour ma soirée à l’Opéra! Je n’en ai pas trouvé.
But the first thing I saw in Vienna was this lovely bed of flowers. I some day hope to have a Treble clef shaped garden as well! Hopefully my future husband is: 1. A music lover and 2. has a green thumb. Here’s to hoping! Also, I have now been to 30 cities in the last 6 months! Crazy!
I have always had this image of Vienna, one of elegance and extravagance. Home to great musicians and intellectuals wearing beautiful clothing, drinking coffee, promenading in the streets surrounded by majestic buildings. Today, I finally get to see and know Vienna. Now, when my imagination takes flight, it will at least be accurate. As everyone already knows anyway, I am a bit crazy. Naturally I would walk through the gardens and grand streets, pretending myself to be eighteenth century nobility. A girl can dream, right?!
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