Raining Karma

Trip Start Mar 01, 2012
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Trip End Apr 30, 2012


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Star Apartments
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Royal Palace

Flag of Austria  , Vienna,
Thursday, March 29, 2012









March 29:


Woke up, got a free bfast downstairs since they didn't ask for our vouchers that we did not purchase (karma bit us in the ass later for that one). We then left for Vienna after a half hour walk, which Bridget agreed to because I didn't want to pay for a bus or get bitten by the karma bug again when we secretly hopped on the bus and didn't pay.


We got to our apartment with the guy ready outside to give us our keys, along with a 10 minute German discussion on how to get downtown using the local public transit system. While my email was in english, our responses to his German questions were in English, and I am pretty sure one of us even said we only speak English, he was determined to continue the conversation… we just nodded and said affirmative words at the appropriate times, similar technique used when communicating with someone in loud places (sometimes interrupting the flow just isn't worth it). Our apartment came fully equipped with everything we could ever need/want…if I could relocate this quaint studio to Miami for under $10 I would in a heartbeat--always dreaming.


For dinner we hit up the local market, where we walked into this hip Mediterranean place where both our meals included hummus and the softest bread my lips have ever touched… What is sad is that after I told the waiter how much I loved both mine and Bridget's bread pieces, he said that was surprising since the bread is not that good… Either (a) I have horrible tastebuds, or (b) he's a bread snob…choices. As we are chowing down, Vienna started raining Karma and I started eating slower. Without a hood or an umbrella, there was nothing enticing me to move my falafel filled tummy outside…until Bridget mentioned getting dessert and then I decided to sacrifice beauty for a banana sundae.


We finished our desserts at Mozart cafe and then headed to the Opera (the adjective you are looking for is: blasť). Bridget found out about this great deal where you can see a showing for just 3 euros a person in the standing section. We just had to get there an hour before it started and agree to walk out of there with swollen legs, but definitely an experience and a show I will not forget. It was called Cadillac, and I wish I could explain to you the plot but even my english subtitles only enabled me to understand about 1/8 of the whole situation… I think it is about a jeweler who was obsessed with his beautiful gold works that when purchased by someone else he would go out and kill them because he believed his pieces were to celestial to be handled by mere mortals. He also had a daughter, that was loved by a man (typical) and he wanted her to be his everything but the daughter was bound to her father who did not love her (the gold was far more entertaining, obviously). The lover then bought a piece of gold so the father would attempt to murder him and then he could free the daughter of the spell her father had on her by convincing her that her father was a psycho murderer…..after this scene I was lost, even with subtitles, so I just made up an ending that I liked and it goes a little something like this: 
After the father is put in prison for all the manslaughter he committed and the lover gets the girl, the opera singers and back up stage dancers break out in a song… "I got the chills, they're multiplying, and I'm loosing control. Cause the power you're supplying, its electrifying…" and then they ride away in a horse drawn-carriage that is painted in the gold the father hoarded away for all those years as he killed thousands of innocent individuals that no one could trace back to him until the lover set him up in a graveyard scene that left the town speechless and so surprised that the killer was in fact the Jeweler---one wonders what kind of intelligence is working behind these European cops to not be able to connect those dotted lines.


But the opera was very splendid and definitely was worth the loss of feeling in the lower half of my body.. We also met a boy/man/young adult called Diego from Portugal who has seen every opera/ballet since february… Marriage material, I think so.


March 30:


This was a day where resilience failed… We woke up, and there was rain… But how could we live with ourselves if we said "well it rained, so we decided to tour Vienna next time"…this aint Santa Cruz, so we put our rain jackets on and wandered outside.. However, since the last time I had endured a monsoon was when I was at Bucknell and our entire school got flooded so we actually just stayed inside, I was not the best prepared for the hurricane… Rain jacket--check…umbrella--check….rain boots-----------that would be a no. My nice flats, with a cute little bow were shoes got so soaked that my feet would have probably been drier without them on.. With this lack of proper attire and the rain coming at us at a 45 degree angle (and lets add our umbrellas repeatedly turning inside out to add some more drama), we decided to head in to the nearest cafe and set up camp, make a plan, and wait until the eye of storm passed.  After ordering what we thought was a panini, and getting an untested white bread with a slice of cheese and ham, we knew that the chances of our chili and wiener schnitzel coming from a can were about 80%…sadly this was a bet we won but stomachs lost, and we also lost our appetite. However, the server was nice after she decided to put out her cigarette to heat up our meals in a can, and give us directions to the nearest grocery store.. We thought it was in our best interests to snack up and head back to the apartment for a couple of hours, hoping that by six we would have enough time to make it out and not waste the city of Vienna.


After 3 hours of watching CNN, reading my teach for America papers, and Bridget entering in captions to all the pictures which eventually got erased because she must of hit an old women or something and received some bad karma, we finally made it out of our apartment--and more appropriately dress (at least on my end since I failed miserably the first time)… We went to a well known cafe, asked for a piece of cake and instead got two (we you say, "We would like one piece of cake" they hear "We are what you consider fat kids and would like one piece of cake for each of us, so two total…and please make them larger than usual, our arses are not looking plump enough"..this mistake has actually been made more times than you think which is making finishing our meals a little more challenging since there are sometimes two of everything.


Since we hadn't done anything all day and we each just ate an extra large piece of marble cake, we decided to take a two hour walk of the city which ended us right in front of the first movie theater that played english speaking movies in all of Europe. After looking at the show times, the only movie that we could catch was "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", a movie that neither Bridget nor I have heard of… We quickly look at the trailer on my iphone (technology--gotta love it), and then decide this day needed to be salvaged so lets try our luck…. Well, thank goodness we are Irish because both Bridget and I walked out of the movie almost in tears because the film was that good… Since we both were unable to sit next to each other (Europe movie theaters forces you to buy a ticket according to row, assigning you with a specific seat much like a ballet or broadway show---there was not a pairing of seats in the back two rows out of 6 so we decided to both go stag for a night and sit quietly by ourselves), when we finally ran into each other outside, our first reaction was "That was the best movie I have seen in years!"… It was a riot, a tear jerker, and an overall colorful movie that you never want to end--we HIGHLY recommend it!! We would have never trampled near/into the theater to see our favorite movie if it weren't for the rain so it goes without saying that everything happens for a reason…


March 31:


Weather channel tells us Vienna is clear but cloudy, Budapest is raining…aka no need to rush, lets tour Vienna and catch the latest train we can to Buda, which we did… We made ourselves breakfast, put our stuff in lockers at the train station and started our adventure into the depths of Vienna… Even with the wind blowing into our faces and making our hair dance on our heads, it was hard to distract our attention from the beautiful buildings that upon a distant time housed some of the wealthiest Royalty. Vienna is known for its music and its lavish architecture, two assumptions that were most definitely met.. We ended our walk-about with a tour of the Royal Apartments which went in to great and extensive detail of the life behind the palace doors--including dinner parties, salon rooms, and royal evening wear.. We also learned a lot about Sissi, a famous Princess that was known for her quirky and off-beat behavior.. Very interesting to say the least.. We then grabbed lunch at the semi-vegetarian restaurant at the market where were were two nights before (we couldn't resist the bread or the cute austrian waiters) and then we headed to the train station and were off to Budapest!
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