Friday, Oktober 10
Back in Greece the girls and I came up for an acronym to explain some of the things we were doing. M.M.W.D. = My Mother Would Die. And for the first time this semester, my mom caught wind of one of those decisions before I acted on it and shut me down. "Mommy, I'm either going to wake up at 3am and take public transportation to the airport or leave in an hour and go sleep at the airport. What should I do?" Yea right, that lasted all of 2 seconds. So late Thursday night, using my German skills, I ordered a cab to pick me up. And early, early, early Friday morning I made it down the four flights of stairs to meet my new favorite taxi driver. Her name, I'm no sure but I can tell you that it was one of the best conversations I've had in German in a while. We talked the whole way there in German about the differences in American and German/European school systems. Boring to many of you I'm sure but there was nothing I'd rather be doing (except sleeping of course!) Once at the airport she told me to be proud of my German (which after that conversation how could I not be) and I headed into the airport.
After almost missing my plane because I was so into my book (Goethe, gotta love him!) I arrived in BEAUTIFUL Vienna and met up with McKinley. We met up with Ryan for breakfast and had him mark a map for us of all the things we had to do and as the list grew longer I got more and more excited! Being so excited the three of us put on our coats, grabbed our bags, and headed for the door only to be yelled at by the waiter. We had forgotten to pay. Oops!
We left Ryan (who was traveling elsewhere this weekend) and went back to the hostel to check in. After leaving McKinley's always growing duffel bag at the hostel we set out to find the Vienna Opera House to see if we could get tickets. And on the way we got turned around and instead found the Volkstheater, Parliament Building, Rathaus Park, Rathaus, and National Library. After a quick photoshoot in the gurad house by the library we made it to the Staatsoper and bought 8 Euro tickets to see Onegin.Back in Greece the girls and I came up for an acronym to explain some of the things we were doing. M.M.W.D. = My Mother Would Die. And for the first time this semester, my mom caught wind of one of those decisions before I acted on it and shut me down. "Mommy, I'm either going to wake up at 3am and take public transportation to the airport or leave in an hour and go sleep at the airport. What should I do?" Yea right, that lasted all of 2 seconds. So late Thursday night, using my German skills, I ordered a cab to pick me up. And early, early, early Friday morning I made it down the four flights of stairs to meet my new favorite taxi driver. Her name, I'm no sure but I can tell you that it was one of the best conversations I've had in German in a while. We talked the whole way there in German about the differences in American and German/European school systems. Boring to many of you I'm sure but there was nothing I'd rather be doing (except sleeping of course!) Once at the airport she told me to be proud of my German (which after that conversation how could I not be) and I headed into the airport.
After almost missing my plane because I was so into my book (Goethe, gotta love him!) I arrived in BEAUTIFUL Vienna and met up with McKinley. We met up with Ryan for breakfast and had him mark a map for us of all the things we had to do and as the list grew longer I got more and more excited! Being so excited the three of us put on our coats, grabbed our bags, and headed for the door only to be yelled at by the waiter. We had forgotten to pay. Oops!
Getting hungry and being too cheap we went to a grocery store around the corner from the Opera house and bought the most wonderful lunch ever (and as a result every other meal we had in Vienna!) We sat down at a cafe, got kicked out for bringing in food (is it really my fault their menu's to pricey?) and dined by the steps of a statue in the area.
Being completely spent from our full day of adventure (and early morning traveling) we decided to go back and rest up before the opera. When we woke up a new friend had joined the room. Lauren, who is from Boston but currently living in Bath, started talking with about all of our adventures when all of a sudden, the bonds of sisterhood tugged at our hearts...SHE'S A TRIDELT!!!! So then the conversation really got started. you know, Sarah Ida Shaw this. Eleanor Dorcas Pond that. haha! small world!
Anyways, we make ourselves look decent for the Opera, aka put back on the same clothes as earlier, and headed to the Opera House. We stopped at the Albertina to eat dinner at a different statue when we were suddenly overwhelmed by the English we were hearing on the other side of the statue. American? Certainly. Texan? I would have bet my life...
And I would have lived! Not only Texan but HOUSTONIAN!! Lives in the Galleria area and is president of an oil company. the world's getting even smaller! After talking to him and his friends we made our way to the Opera House to see the wonderful ballet Onegin. It was absolutely amazing and the Opera House itself was a sight to see.
Being completely spent from our full day of adventure (and early morning traveling) we decided to go back and rest up before the opera. When we woke up a new friend had joined the room. Lauren, who is from Boston but currently living in Bath, started talking with about all of our adventures when all of a sudden, the bonds of sisterhood tugged at our hearts...SHE'S A TRIDELT!!!! So then the conversation really got started. you know, Sarah Ida Shaw this. Eleanor Dorcas Pond that. haha! small world!Anyways, we make ourselves look decent for the Opera, aka put back on the same clothes as earlier, and headed to the Opera House. We stopped at the Albertina to eat dinner at a different statue when we were suddenly overwhelmed by the English we were hearing on the other side of the statue. American? Certainly. Texan? I would have bet my life...
(Inside the Staatsoper)When we got back we decided to peep the bar downstairs in our hostel where I ran into a "nice" Iranian guy who told me I was beautiful. As the night progressed however he wanted me to go with him to a club. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, McKinley used her first grade teacher voice, I used a RAD move, and we somehow involved a helpless 19 year old from Philadelphia and we got rid of him...what a night! We later found out that our Philadelphia boy had just spent the last 2 weeks in a Christian-Vegan cult because he was afraid if he left they would kill him....so we called it a night. things were just getting too weird.
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