his morning was the earliest of the entire trip, with the ever-frightening reveille at 5:45 ante meridiem. We packed our bags and navigated our way through the treacherous jungle that stood between us and the train station. Well, jungle is a bit of a misnomer; it was actually a straight clear paved road, but at 6:30 it feels like a wild Amazonian rainforest, complete with scalawag river pirates and dinner-plate-sized spiders. We trudged over to Westbahnhof the Elder, which is a different train station than Westbahnhof the Younger. The Elder is a high-speed long-distance rail station; the Younger is a metro/bus station. They are directly across the street from one another but mixing up the two would be a fatal mistake. Luckily for us, we had been through that intersection so many times that we knew exactly where to go. We took our bags up to the large rail platform and found our train on the departure board: Railjet 160 departing from platform 7 at 7:20. We wanted to eat some kind of breakfast and find good seats on the train before 7:00, so we pit-stopped at some bahnhof (German for train station) bakery and grabbed a nibble or two.
Cédric, being the travel genius that he is, had had the foresight to reserve seats on the train because if worst had come to worst and there was competition for seats on the train, we could not afford to lose the fight for seats. This concept does not really exist in American transportation, so allow me to explain. In most European rail travel, you must purchase a train pass that allows you access to certain trains. Depending on your pass, you are free to pick any train you want to ride, so long as your pass is valid. There is no limit as to how many people are eligible for a particular route other than seat availability on the train. For a popular route like Berlin to Vienna, there is a train leaving once every 2 hours in either direction, and thus if you lose the seat competition (which rarely matters; we've been in train stations at the busiest rush hours and I have yet to see a completely full train), it's only a 2 hour delay. But, if you have a connection to make or urgent plans at your destination, you can purchase a seat reservation in advance for 12 euros per seat. Not only are you guaranteed a seat, you get to pick which one you want. Then, when you get on board the train, there is a little ticket on your seat that says "reserved" with your name on it and the train station that you are getting off at. Since the Vienna to Zurich route was not a frequent route, we gladly forked over 60 euros to prevent a five-plus hour delay in our travel plans, which would have put us into Strasbourg near midnight. Not. Fun.
We quickly found our reserved seats on the train; however, soon thereafter we found an open unreserved table next to our seats. So, we forfeited our reservations and threw a raging party at the table, and Henry stepped up to be the hype man and invite other (mostly female) passengers on the train to join our party. By the time the train had actually left the station, our Railjet Rave had amassed over half the train's passengers, including Beyoncé, Ellen DeGeneres, Nick Cannon, Mary J. Blige, Hannah Hempel, Usher, and Dr. Chase. Much to the dismay of the food service staff, we served our own variety of free refreshments to the party guests as the 2€30 thimble of tea rode by in the snack cart. Usher was particularly fond of the pistachios.
The train ride from Vienna to Zurich lasted over 8 hours, but it passed through some drop-dead gorgeous countryside. That single train passed from Austria to Germany to Liechtenstein before finally stopping in Switzerland. We spent most of the train ride blogging, sleeping, and telling ridiculous stories (among those who were awake at any given time). It was such a beautiful thing, and I must say that Railjet was far and away the nicest train that we have ridden. And of course our favorite part was the fact that the overhead screens showed the train speed and the map. My inner speed demon wanted to push 200 km/h whenever possible, and Cédric was absolutely overjoyed when the map showed that we would be passing through Liechtenstein (although not actually stopping).
Upon arrival in Zurich right at 4:00 (30 minutes late), our first mission was to find our connection train to Strasbourg and figure out how much snack time we had. The humongous board of departures showed us that we would be taking a 4:27 TGV from platform 17. I went straight to platform 17, eager to get rid of my luggage, only to find that the previous train had not yet left the station, and thus I was doomed to carry my bags to the snack spot of my choosing. To my great delight and fortune, there was a nice Swiss coffeehouse not far from platform 17, and thus I made camp there, eating raspberry yogurt and hot chocolate in a seat where I could directly see both the track and the overhead departure board. Hot chocolate is so much tastier when you're not stressed. Our train soon arrived and once again we found our reservations (TGV is special in that reservations are mandatory), and to our surprise we had reserved a table to start with! What luck! We settled in and threw our bags above our heads, ready for only 3 more hours of train travel.
The TGV went very smoothly, with only a minor hiccup when we had to stop for 20 unexpected minutes due to "security reasons" at some random train station not far from Zurich. Parker and Cedric finished up the final touches of their blogs, and the three of us watched an episode of Chuck while Henry read his book and Christian slept WAAAAAY out in dada-land. We can only guess what he was dreaming of, but it was so good that he didn't even flinch when we asked if he wanted to watch Chuck with us. Let me take this opportunity to recall the opening lyrics to a song from a quintessential American film in which one of the lead male actors ponders the contents of nocturnal visions of tigers. He sings,
"What do tigers dream of
when they take their little tiger snooze?
Do they dream of mauling zebras,
or Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit?"
I suspect that dearest Christian was dreaming of ice cream and Porsche. Nothing else could possibly have kept him asnooze whilst the others watched his beloved Chuck. All I know is that I switched his iPod back and forth from pause to play, and the unnatural stopping of his favorite music did not cause even the slightest twitch. I was slightly afraid of how still he was. It was almost as if he was secretly awake the whole time and just waiting for me to do something stupid, at which point he would spring from his slumber and stone me with a bag of Cocoa Puffs hidden under his chair. It never happened.
We arrived in Strasbourg around 7:15, and as soon as we stepped off the train, we were greeted by the warm smiling faces of Cédric's aunt and cousin who are hosting us during our stay in Strasbourg. The French custom of the two-cheek bisous caught some of us off-guard, but we all remembered quickly, and immediately we made our way back to La Maison de Heckel, our wonderful home in Strasbourg where dinner depended on our safe arrival. We finally set our bags down upstairs in the two rooms that used to be the brothers' rooms, but they are now out of college and thus the rooms were available. Marie, the college-age baby sister, is still in the house, and she was a huge help showing us around the house and making us comfortable in her own home.
Dinner consisted of spaghetti, cheese, and meat sauce, and boy oh boy was it the best I've ever had. The great thing about France is that even the cheese they put on spaghetti is never just shredded parmesan; there are a variety of options. I selected a grated goat cheese (chèvre), which melted really well into the meat sauce. The Heckels also had this amazing exotic fruit drink that was a combo of orange, mango, and passionfruit. SO. TASTY. The madame of the household, Sophie, had purchased three fresh baguettes that morning, and we enjoyed the baguette as well. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something unmistakably better about French baguette compared to all other baguette in America and in Europe. It's the most heavenly balance between crunchy outside and soft inside.
After dinner we sat down in the living room, where Jean-Phillipe (the father) offered to show us some home videos of Cédric from when he was a very little boy in France in the summers. The four of us immediately jumped on the opportunity to witness historical footage of our curly-haired companion while he slunked in fearful anticipation of what awkward moments of youth would be cast before the eyes of his very best friends. Jean-Phillipe uncovered a massive storage box of tapes, and with Marie's help, he sifted through the tapes until he found one that was labeled "Cédric & Céline visit". Before the tape even started, we imagined all the wild impossibilities as to what exactly would be on this tape. Perhaps Cédric had chopped down a tree with his toothbrush and killed three people. Or perhaps Cédric had staged a cage fight between an unconsenting Céline and a squirrel. Our imaginations ran wildly as Cédric evaluated the plausibility of each conjecture. He had to think awhile on the cage fight.
Jean-Phillipe pressed play and…..it didn't work. We tried a few other tapes, but none of them featured our dear friend in a starring roles. We saw glimpses of a blonder summertime 'fro on the young lad, and also of a Lance Armstrong doppelganger in his father Dr. Jones on a bicycle somewhere in Morzine. It was also good to hear the voice of Cédric's late mother Régine for the first time in my life. None of us four ever had the good fortune to meet Cédric's mother, but to see her on camera and hear her voice was a great opportunity. I instantly recognized the relation between Cédric and Régine, and I must say that the two bear much resemblance. After our home video session, the parents went to bed, and Marie gave us a quick tutorial on how to work the DVD player. We put in more episodes of Chuck, and Marie went off to bed as well. As we sat there laughing endlessly at the smart humor, I couldn't help but think how refreshing it was to enjoy ourselves and not have a super busy schedule the next day. A day of sleeping in and traveling slowly. I think we hit our train hours quota for quite a few days!
From Strasbourg,
Sam
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Sam #6: Carlos
In his exquisite recount of the events of May 29, Professor Henry made a brief reference to a loaf of bread that Christian purchased shortly after breakfast. Although this bread did not directly affect the events of the day (and thus was not mentioned further), I assure you that it was a major part of our day. Let's begin.
Following a ripoff breakfast on Mariahilfer Straße next to the restaurant that did not exist with the waitress who acted more like Jon Voight's interpretation of Mr. Sir, Stanley Yelnats (aka Christian) was not satisfied with his "omelette" and wanted more to eat. We began walking back towards our hostel and lo and behold, Zero's bakery appeared not 3 shops down from Camp Greenlake. We mulled over the myriad of breads and pastries with varying degrees of shopping legitimacy, oohing and ahhing at every tart, fluff, and puff. In the aside that will forever be mainstage, Christian quipped, "Man, some time I wish I could just eat one of those entire loafs whole!" Upon hearing this, I sensed a distance between Christian's dream and the reality of his purchase of a family loaf for individual consumption. How to close this gap? Why of course a friendly little wager. Thus, I responded to his quip, "I'll buy the loaf if you eat it all by yourself in an hour."
The look on his face was exactly what I had hoped for. It was immediately obvious that Christian was analyzing the offer, weighing his hunger against the bread set before him in a most appealing display. In a great display of liberty and independence from the cat food given him earlier, he offered me my choice of loaf. This decision set up hours of laughter to come. I pointed to the biggest, fattest circular loaf of rye bread, measuring at least a foot in diameter and weighing well over a kilogram (2.2 pounds). He asked for the one next to it that was equally gargantuan but "it looked tastier," in the words of our dearest Takeru Kobayashi. Still in disbelief that Christian had taken my offer, I consented with a resounding yes, and the official terms of the deal were set. Christian purchased the loaf at 11:06am for 2€69, and I set my phone alarm for 12:06pm. He proclaimed, "I can eat this whole thing all by myself!" and the race was on.
Within the first five minutes, Christian had worked his way through the first 25% of the diameter with ease. All five of us were giggling the whole time watching Christian rip chunks of rye bread out of the loaf and devour them with an impetus not previously witnessed. He let us feel the loaf for weight and size, and we realized just how dense rye bread is. Upon holding the loaf in my arms, I upped the offer to 5 euros and Christian continued to shred loaf. A few times he taunted me, showing me his horizontal progress and trying to make me nervous while we all continued to giggle. I kept my calm in remembrance of one very important fact about spherical objects: the first third of the loaf by diameter does not hold a third of the loaf by weight. By rough guestimation (aided by being versed in integral calculus), the vast majority of the weight (>60%) of the loaf is contained in the middle third of the diameter, which Christian had only begun to touch.
Due to lapses in planning for the day, we had to walk back to the hostel to find our train ticket and then walk back to Westbahnhof. Christian reveled in this walking, as he was burning calories and making room for more rye bread. He walked with a pride and manliness that even Bear Grylls would be jealous of. When we returned to the station with tickets in hand, Christian had reached the halfway mark in the loaf, which was beyond my expectations. Now I was beginning to get nervous, as the principle of spherical weight distribution now worked in his favor instead of mine. The 4-way mental warfare between me, Christian, the loaf, and the clock was pure entertainment for the other three who took full pleasure in the spectacular display of Y chromosome at its finest. Christian and I also found great humor in the situation, but I must say the others had it best. When we got back to the train station, it was 11:40, and Christian only had 26 minutes to finish 50% of a rye loaf. Shortly thereafter, a game-changer came soaring out of Christian's mouth.
No, it wasn't an undigested piece of rye bread launched back screaming from the damnation of hydrochloric acid and gastric amylase. It was a simple phrase, free of food. "I think it's gonna defeat me." In a most boastful and triumphant display, I pulled a €5 bill out of my wallet and waved it all over the bread, much to the Romanesque delight of the others. We egged him on, and we also gave him tender comfort by reassuring him that if he did in fact bring back the rye bread, he would not be disqualified from the money. However, by the time we had arrived at the tour bus headquarters in advance of our 12:00 tour, Christian had officially surrendered defeat by loaf, leaving at least 45% of it for the rest of us to try. I admitted (in the past and still now to you) that I was very impressed by an effort that was as valiant as it was entertaining. Although Christian did not win the €5, he won so much more in man points.
The story does not end there. We passed the loaf around for the other 4 to try, and as it turns out, it was quite tasty, but at the same time very filling. We brought it on the bus tour with us, giving it its own seat on the tour bus and its own pair of headphones. By this point we lovingly referred to the loaf as "the baby", and the baby listened to the bus tour in Japanese. He kept quiet and did not move or cry for the duration of the bus tour. About 30 minutes into the tour, we got off for the mandatory 20-minute stop at Hundertwasser Village and took turns holding the baby and gently ripping off pieces of the baby to eat. We took him everywhere in Hundertwasser Village, making sure that he stayed swaddled in his white paper bag.
After the bus tour, we walked through Stephansplatz to find a nearby lunch spot which we had seen on the bus tour. We sat down at a goulash restaurant at a table of six, giving the baby the sixth seat. We enjoyed a delicious meal as the baby slept soundly in his chair. After lunch we strolled over to an amazing ice cream place near the restaurant, but in the interest of the baby's safety, we did not stay out in the sweltering sun (which for Austria is 75° F) too long and brought him back inside.
It was during the consumption of ice cream when the baby was finally given the name Carlos. Our love for him was renewed and strengthened as we recalled the fond memories of only a few hours ago, much to our entertainment, while Christian grinned a great grin of glory for inspiring this entire escapade. At that point it was not just Christian but all five of us who had been defeated by the great Carlos. Nobody could convince anybody else to take another bite, and we simply carried him around to see the sights of Vienna. When we went to Schonbrunn that afternoon, we realized that our time with Carlos was coming to an end, as no outside food or drink was allowed inside the palace. Thus, in a touching moment, we elected to give Carlos a proper burial instead of allowing the palace police to rip him from our loving grip. We took pictures with him, and we even recruited a kind stranger to take a picture of the six of us in front of Schonbrunn. After the picture, we paid our last respects, shared another hilarious round of memories, and at 4:09pm, softly deposited him into a small metal trash can near the entrance.
His life of 5 hours and 3 minutes was short but sweet. Actually, sweet isn't really the correct adjective for rye bread. His life was short and spicy. Yeah, I like spicy, because the name Carlos conjures up images of a tall, dark-eyed Puerto Rican salsa dancer swaying sensually to the soft bossa nova backbeat of mariachi band with his beloved señorita matching his every step in spicy calypso time. Carlos was a spicy baby, and to this day his spirit is reincarnated in other large tasty food items that we encounter along the way. Carlos, you are dearly missed.
RIP Carlos
May 29, 2010
11:06-16:09
"Variety is the spice of life, but so is Ricky Martin"
Following a ripoff breakfast on Mariahilfer Straße next to the restaurant that did not exist with the waitress who acted more like Jon Voight's interpretation of Mr. Sir, Stanley Yelnats (aka Christian) was not satisfied with his "omelette" and wanted more to eat. We began walking back towards our hostel and lo and behold, Zero's bakery appeared not 3 shops down from Camp Greenlake. We mulled over the myriad of breads and pastries with varying degrees of shopping legitimacy, oohing and ahhing at every tart, fluff, and puff. In the aside that will forever be mainstage, Christian quipped, "Man, some time I wish I could just eat one of those entire loafs whole!" Upon hearing this, I sensed a distance between Christian's dream and the reality of his purchase of a family loaf for individual consumption. How to close this gap? Why of course a friendly little wager. Thus, I responded to his quip, "I'll buy the loaf if you eat it all by yourself in an hour."
The look on his face was exactly what I had hoped for. It was immediately obvious that Christian was analyzing the offer, weighing his hunger against the bread set before him in a most appealing display. In a great display of liberty and independence from the cat food given him earlier, he offered me my choice of loaf. This decision set up hours of laughter to come. I pointed to the biggest, fattest circular loaf of rye bread, measuring at least a foot in diameter and weighing well over a kilogram (2.2 pounds). He asked for the one next to it that was equally gargantuan but "it looked tastier," in the words of our dearest Takeru Kobayashi. Still in disbelief that Christian had taken my offer, I consented with a resounding yes, and the official terms of the deal were set. Christian purchased the loaf at 11:06am for 2€69, and I set my phone alarm for 12:06pm. He proclaimed, "I can eat this whole thing all by myself!" and the race was on.
Within the first five minutes, Christian had worked his way through the first 25% of the diameter with ease. All five of us were giggling the whole time watching Christian rip chunks of rye bread out of the loaf and devour them with an impetus not previously witnessed. He let us feel the loaf for weight and size, and we realized just how dense rye bread is. Upon holding the loaf in my arms, I upped the offer to 5 euros and Christian continued to shred loaf. A few times he taunted me, showing me his horizontal progress and trying to make me nervous while we all continued to giggle. I kept my calm in remembrance of one very important fact about spherical objects: the first third of the loaf by diameter does not hold a third of the loaf by weight. By rough guestimation (aided by being versed in integral calculus), the vast majority of the weight (>60%) of the loaf is contained in the middle third of the diameter, which Christian had only begun to touch.
Due to lapses in planning for the day, we had to walk back to the hostel to find our train ticket and then walk back to Westbahnhof. Christian reveled in this walking, as he was burning calories and making room for more rye bread. He walked with a pride and manliness that even Bear Grylls would be jealous of. When we returned to the station with tickets in hand, Christian had reached the halfway mark in the loaf, which was beyond my expectations. Now I was beginning to get nervous, as the principle of spherical weight distribution now worked in his favor instead of mine. The 4-way mental warfare between me, Christian, the loaf, and the clock was pure entertainment for the other three who took full pleasure in the spectacular display of Y chromosome at its finest. Christian and I also found great humor in the situation, but I must say the others had it best. When we got back to the train station, it was 11:40, and Christian only had 26 minutes to finish 50% of a rye loaf. Shortly thereafter, a game-changer came soaring out of Christian's mouth.
No, it wasn't an undigested piece of rye bread launched back screaming from the damnation of hydrochloric acid and gastric amylase. It was a simple phrase, free of food. "I think it's gonna defeat me." In a most boastful and triumphant display, I pulled a €5 bill out of my wallet and waved it all over the bread, much to the Romanesque delight of the others. We egged him on, and we also gave him tender comfort by reassuring him that if he did in fact bring back the rye bread, he would not be disqualified from the money. However, by the time we had arrived at the tour bus headquarters in advance of our 12:00 tour, Christian had officially surrendered defeat by loaf, leaving at least 45% of it for the rest of us to try. I admitted (in the past and still now to you) that I was very impressed by an effort that was as valiant as it was entertaining. Although Christian did not win the €5, he won so much more in man points.
The story does not end there. We passed the loaf around for the other 4 to try, and as it turns out, it was quite tasty, but at the same time very filling. We brought it on the bus tour with us, giving it its own seat on the tour bus and its own pair of headphones. By this point we lovingly referred to the loaf as "the baby", and the baby listened to the bus tour in Japanese. He kept quiet and did not move or cry for the duration of the bus tour. About 30 minutes into the tour, we got off for the mandatory 20-minute stop at Hundertwasser Village and took turns holding the baby and gently ripping off pieces of the baby to eat. We took him everywhere in Hundertwasser Village, making sure that he stayed swaddled in his white paper bag.
After the bus tour, we walked through Stephansplatz to find a nearby lunch spot which we had seen on the bus tour. We sat down at a goulash restaurant at a table of six, giving the baby the sixth seat. We enjoyed a delicious meal as the baby slept soundly in his chair. After lunch we strolled over to an amazing ice cream place near the restaurant, but in the interest of the baby's safety, we did not stay out in the sweltering sun (which for Austria is 75° F) too long and brought him back inside.
It was during the consumption of ice cream when the baby was finally given the name Carlos. Our love for him was renewed and strengthened as we recalled the fond memories of only a few hours ago, much to our entertainment, while Christian grinned a great grin of glory for inspiring this entire escapade. At that point it was not just Christian but all five of us who had been defeated by the great Carlos. Nobody could convince anybody else to take another bite, and we simply carried him around to see the sights of Vienna. When we went to Schonbrunn that afternoon, we realized that our time with Carlos was coming to an end, as no outside food or drink was allowed inside the palace. Thus, in a touching moment, we elected to give Carlos a proper burial instead of allowing the palace police to rip him from our loving grip. We took pictures with him, and we even recruited a kind stranger to take a picture of the six of us in front of Schonbrunn. After the picture, we paid our last respects, shared another hilarious round of memories, and at 4:09pm, softly deposited him into a small metal trash can near the entrance.
His life of 5 hours and 3 minutes was short but sweet. Actually, sweet isn't really the correct adjective for rye bread. His life was short and spicy. Yeah, I like spicy, because the name Carlos conjures up images of a tall, dark-eyed Puerto Rican salsa dancer swaying sensually to the soft bossa nova backbeat of mariachi band with his beloved señorita matching his every step in spicy calypso time. Carlos was a spicy baby, and to this day his spirit is reincarnated in other large tasty food items that we encounter along the way. Carlos, you are dearly missed.
RIP Carlos
May 29, 2010
11:06-16:09
"Variety is the spice of life, but so is Ricky Martin"
Parker #4: May 31
As promised, we all woke up at 8:30 to start our last full day in Vienna, or as Sam prefers, Wien. There are however, a few technicalities. True, I woke up at 8:30, but whoever wrote the definition of "wake up" failed to specify that one must exit their bed directly upon being startled awake by Sam's alarm that I swear makes me feel like a soldier waking up in the middle of Pearl Harbor under the code red or whatever the worst case scenario alarm is. Anyway after being "gently" forced up at 8:45 I took my morning shower and we made it out only 8 minutes late. (For those of you keeping score at home that's 15 min of extra sleep for Parker and the group only behind schedule by 8 minutes. Totally a net positive…at least for me). As a side note our Hostel's hot water heater is an epic fail and todays shower was the most miserable experience eva.
The rest of the day wasn't really exciting so thats pretty much it. Hope you enjoyed my blog and see ya sometime in Strasbourg.
Update: Sam told me (in words that I wont repeat here) that my wonderfully accurate and concise piece of literature above wasn't quite long enough. He told me to write at least 1500 words so here it is, 1500 WORDS. What now?!
Okay, I'm back again and this time have specific instructions and writing parameters to fulfill in order to be allowed to sleep in the same room as the group for the rest of the trip. Clearly they lack my level of comic genius and great sense of humor. Their loss.
Lets continue…After getting everyone out the door (don't you hate waiting on those slow and lazy people who pull everyone else down) we had a quick breakfast at the local bakery for a second day in a row. We then marched off to see our second palace in Wien, Belvedere: the former Palace for the Prince of Savoy. (Cédric's brief history on the aforementioned prince: "A famous general of Savoy (which is now a region in France where I've been skiing) who helped defeat the Ottoman Turks in the late 17th century" The palace was of course beautiful, although I must admit it was not quite on the scale of Versailles or Schonbrunn. The real attraction was the art held within the palace since it has recently been turned into an art museum. Although I was hopeful to see another amazing palace, the art turned out to be really cool and it was one of Cédric's favorite museums. The highlights for me were the following: A very famous portrait of Napoleon charging uphill that I "remember" studying back in AP Euro. Another was a portrait of a naval battle along with one of a stormy sea that reminded me of my love of water, and finally, The Kiss; a fabulous portrait made of gold and one that Austrians apparently have lots of pride in because the security protecting it was about 500x better than that of the monstrous hunk of gold we saw yesterday.
Normally I would say that our morning at the palace was great and then we moved on to the next part of our day, lunch; however, I instead have a fantastic story to recount. To be fair though, as I said about the club in Praha, it is a story that is better in person but still hilarious. So…….As we were walking back to the metro station, a friendly-enough guy approached us and began speaking in German (Not sure if we've said this yet or not but German is the official language of Austria). We were fully prepared to ignore yet another native trying to sell things to tourists like ourselves but something did seem different; I think it was probably because this gentleman was much older, in a tie, and had the kindly face of a grandfather. Luckily he spoke English quite fluently and once he figured out we were Americans, he explained what he wanted: nothing more than a push for his car which had a dead battery. On the short walk over to his car we discussed our great hometown of Atlanta which he had visited back in 1965 and he thanked us profusely for our help with his car. We happily obliged and gave the tiny European two-door a good shove down a huge hill which he used to get it started. He then drove a few hundred meters, turned around and drove past us with a big wave and smile on his face.
That should have been the last we saw of our improvised friend but to our surprise we ran into him again at the top of the very same hill we had just pushed him down. As we got within a reasonable distance we could see that his car was dead in the middle of a humongous intersection and that he had taken the liberty to step out and give it a good glare. Then, to our shock and infinite delight he said the funniest thing I have heard the entire trip. In the middle of this Viennese intersection the friendly old man shouted at the top of his lungs in perfect English, "My f****** s*** car broke down again!!!!!" I don't think I stopped laughing for at least ten minutes! We pushed him down the hill once more but his beloved car never got started again and he eventually told us to give up. I wish I had a video of the moment because I think for all of us who heard his declaration it was the single-most unexpected and hilarious comment ever!
For lunch we went to Naschmarkt, a giant famous market in downtown Wien. The food was pretty good but not quite filling enough so afterwards we all stopped by the bakery and got, you guessed it, lots more bread. We spent the next 30 or 40 minutes wandering through the market and looking at all the awesome goods. My favorites were things that you could find in America or sometimes even American flags; it just seemed ironic, but most of the market was full of local foods anyway. Both Cédric and Christian got a half-kilo of strawberries and once again it turned out that Christian's eyes were bigger than his stomach (RIP Carlos). Finally, before leaving the market, we got our daily (and often 2x daily) ice cream which was of course fantastic.
After our several courses of lunch in Naschmarkt we then went to the Wien TV Tower which at first seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. We took the metro across the Danube and once we got off basically just walked towards the really, really tall tower. It was much farther than it looked but we did eventually get there safe and sound (although the cross-country slackers did require carrying part of the way) and the tower wasn't actually in the middle of a random forest but in fact in a beautiful city park. After purchasing tickets we then took the super-fast time-warp elevator up to the 165m revolving café and had some way overpriced sodas (at least by US standards). Hopefully this won't scare the parents too much but…..we also walked along the outer platform and contemplated doing their amazingly high bungee jump. The high winds scared all of us away except Sam of course. I never knew his voice could go quite that high but I think he ended up having a blast. Just kidding; no Samuels were hurt or pushed off 165m towers in the writing of this blog.
After going to the tower we finally got to go to a supermarket because everything in Wien is apparently closed on Sundays and by 18:00 every other day. We bought all kinds of chocolate, pretzels, chocolate milk, chocolate, candies, smarties (european M&Ms), waters, and chocolate. We then brought our stockpiles back to the hostel for safekeeping until the 12hr train ride tomorrow and prepared to head out for Henry's long awaited birthday dinner.
After some brainstorming we elected to go to Stephansplatz (a very nice downtown area) and let Henry pick any restaurant he wanted. He chose a fabulous pizza place and we all enjoyed our dinner immensely! Our waiter was awesome and quite funny so in our high spirits we left him a nice tip at the end of our long meal and headed out to get….ICE CREAM! (I think we are going to need ice cream rehab immediately upon arriving home but it is so so so so delicious). In our defense however this instance was not our fault; at least not entirely anyway. We were merely window-shopping when the aggressive lady behind the counter began asking us if we wanted a cup or a cone. Personally I don't remember asking for either but it was clear her patience was wearing thin so we gave in and started ordering before she had a heart attack. As I said before it was delicious though and a great ending to our time in downtown Wien.
Next, at around 21:00 we went back to our Hostel to wrap up our last day here. Now I don't want anyone going "Wait, 21:00, thats only 9:00! Those losers are in Europe and going to bed at 9:00!" so hold your horses because we had good reason. After catching up on facebook, blogging, phone calls, and emails we were just about done for the day, especially since we must get up at 5:45 to catch our train to Strasbourg tomorrow morning.
The last thing that happened before lights out though was way more than I needed right before trying to go to bed. Now for my own safety, I am obligated to give a disclaimer. WARNING: the following story is from the perspective of myself, Parker Leinbach, and may or may not bear any relevance on the truth.
It all started like this. Throughout the entire trip I have been teamed up on by the Wahoos (Cédric and for some reason Christian) just for my being a Hokie. Now I know this may upset some of you at home but I assure you it is all in good fun and Wahoos are too dumb to know better anyway. The arguments and bickering came to a climax at today's end probably because I chose to hide a worthless and meaningless possession of Cédric's: his UVa sweatshirt. We then continued battling (as I'm sure many of you have seen before) until the others were tired of it all. I want it noted that in all instances I am a victim and either Cedge or Xian are the instigators. The turning point was a particularly vicious comment on my stature. Here is the real story; they will concur that this part at least is true.
Preface: Cédric steals my jacket and I climb down from my top bunk to retrieve it.
Christian: "Who do you think you are? Justice riding in on your high horse?"
Parker: "Yes in fact I AM justice riding in on a noble white stallion"
Christian: "Don't you mean a white pony?"
Okay laugh all you want—they certainly did—but for the record, Christian is only about 1 inch taller than me, and we are all average height or higher anyway…whatever; the others get lots of entertainment from their jokes so I'll let it slide. The night ended quite nicely actually with the French Horn Accordances of Vienna, stating that Virginia is in fact the best state for all institutions of higher education and that FHD is a truly symbolic characteristic of life. Exact terms to follow.
Peace and love from Wien, Parker
The rest of the day wasn't really exciting so thats pretty much it. Hope you enjoyed my blog and see ya sometime in Strasbourg.
Update: Sam told me (in words that I wont repeat here) that my wonderfully accurate and concise piece of literature above wasn't quite long enough. He told me to write at least 1500 words so here it is, 1500 WORDS. What now?!
Okay, I'm back again and this time have specific instructions and writing parameters to fulfill in order to be allowed to sleep in the same room as the group for the rest of the trip. Clearly they lack my level of comic genius and great sense of humor. Their loss.
Lets continue…After getting everyone out the door (don't you hate waiting on those slow and lazy people who pull everyone else down) we had a quick breakfast at the local bakery for a second day in a row. We then marched off to see our second palace in Wien, Belvedere: the former Palace for the Prince of Savoy. (Cédric's brief history on the aforementioned prince: "A famous general of Savoy (which is now a region in France where I've been skiing) who helped defeat the Ottoman Turks in the late 17th century" The palace was of course beautiful, although I must admit it was not quite on the scale of Versailles or Schonbrunn. The real attraction was the art held within the palace since it has recently been turned into an art museum. Although I was hopeful to see another amazing palace, the art turned out to be really cool and it was one of Cédric's favorite museums. The highlights for me were the following: A very famous portrait of Napoleon charging uphill that I "remember" studying back in AP Euro. Another was a portrait of a naval battle along with one of a stormy sea that reminded me of my love of water, and finally, The Kiss; a fabulous portrait made of gold and one that Austrians apparently have lots of pride in because the security protecting it was about 500x better than that of the monstrous hunk of gold we saw yesterday.
Normally I would say that our morning at the palace was great and then we moved on to the next part of our day, lunch; however, I instead have a fantastic story to recount. To be fair though, as I said about the club in Praha, it is a story that is better in person but still hilarious. So…….As we were walking back to the metro station, a friendly-enough guy approached us and began speaking in German (Not sure if we've said this yet or not but German is the official language of Austria). We were fully prepared to ignore yet another native trying to sell things to tourists like ourselves but something did seem different; I think it was probably because this gentleman was much older, in a tie, and had the kindly face of a grandfather. Luckily he spoke English quite fluently and once he figured out we were Americans, he explained what he wanted: nothing more than a push for his car which had a dead battery. On the short walk over to his car we discussed our great hometown of Atlanta which he had visited back in 1965 and he thanked us profusely for our help with his car. We happily obliged and gave the tiny European two-door a good shove down a huge hill which he used to get it started. He then drove a few hundred meters, turned around and drove past us with a big wave and smile on his face.
That should have been the last we saw of our improvised friend but to our surprise we ran into him again at the top of the very same hill we had just pushed him down. As we got within a reasonable distance we could see that his car was dead in the middle of a humongous intersection and that he had taken the liberty to step out and give it a good glare. Then, to our shock and infinite delight he said the funniest thing I have heard the entire trip. In the middle of this Viennese intersection the friendly old man shouted at the top of his lungs in perfect English, "My f****** s*** car broke down again!!!!!" I don't think I stopped laughing for at least ten minutes! We pushed him down the hill once more but his beloved car never got started again and he eventually told us to give up. I wish I had a video of the moment because I think for all of us who heard his declaration it was the single-most unexpected and hilarious comment ever!
For lunch we went to Naschmarkt, a giant famous market in downtown Wien. The food was pretty good but not quite filling enough so afterwards we all stopped by the bakery and got, you guessed it, lots more bread. We spent the next 30 or 40 minutes wandering through the market and looking at all the awesome goods. My favorites were things that you could find in America or sometimes even American flags; it just seemed ironic, but most of the market was full of local foods anyway. Both Cédric and Christian got a half-kilo of strawberries and once again it turned out that Christian's eyes were bigger than his stomach (RIP Carlos). Finally, before leaving the market, we got our daily (and often 2x daily) ice cream which was of course fantastic.
After our several courses of lunch in Naschmarkt we then went to the Wien TV Tower which at first seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. We took the metro across the Danube and once we got off basically just walked towards the really, really tall tower. It was much farther than it looked but we did eventually get there safe and sound (although the cross-country slackers did require carrying part of the way) and the tower wasn't actually in the middle of a random forest but in fact in a beautiful city park. After purchasing tickets we then took the super-fast time-warp elevator up to the 165m revolving café and had some way overpriced sodas (at least by US standards). Hopefully this won't scare the parents too much but…..we also walked along the outer platform and contemplated doing their amazingly high bungee jump. The high winds scared all of us away except Sam of course. I never knew his voice could go quite that high but I think he ended up having a blast. Just kidding; no Samuels were hurt or pushed off 165m towers in the writing of this blog.
After going to the tower we finally got to go to a supermarket because everything in Wien is apparently closed on Sundays and by 18:00 every other day. We bought all kinds of chocolate, pretzels, chocolate milk, chocolate, candies, smarties (european M&Ms), waters, and chocolate. We then brought our stockpiles back to the hostel for safekeeping until the 12hr train ride tomorrow and prepared to head out for Henry's long awaited birthday dinner.
After some brainstorming we elected to go to Stephansplatz (a very nice downtown area) and let Henry pick any restaurant he wanted. He chose a fabulous pizza place and we all enjoyed our dinner immensely! Our waiter was awesome and quite funny so in our high spirits we left him a nice tip at the end of our long meal and headed out to get….ICE CREAM! (I think we are going to need ice cream rehab immediately upon arriving home but it is so so so so delicious). In our defense however this instance was not our fault; at least not entirely anyway. We were merely window-shopping when the aggressive lady behind the counter began asking us if we wanted a cup or a cone. Personally I don't remember asking for either but it was clear her patience was wearing thin so we gave in and started ordering before she had a heart attack. As I said before it was delicious though and a great ending to our time in downtown Wien.
Next, at around 21:00 we went back to our Hostel to wrap up our last day here. Now I don't want anyone going "Wait, 21:00, thats only 9:00! Those losers are in Europe and going to bed at 9:00!" so hold your horses because we had good reason. After catching up on facebook, blogging, phone calls, and emails we were just about done for the day, especially since we must get up at 5:45 to catch our train to Strasbourg tomorrow morning.
The last thing that happened before lights out though was way more than I needed right before trying to go to bed. Now for my own safety, I am obligated to give a disclaimer. WARNING: the following story is from the perspective of myself, Parker Leinbach, and may or may not bear any relevance on the truth.
It all started like this. Throughout the entire trip I have been teamed up on by the Wahoos (Cédric and for some reason Christian) just for my being a Hokie. Now I know this may upset some of you at home but I assure you it is all in good fun and Wahoos are too dumb to know better anyway. The arguments and bickering came to a climax at today's end probably because I chose to hide a worthless and meaningless possession of Cédric's: his UVa sweatshirt. We then continued battling (as I'm sure many of you have seen before) until the others were tired of it all. I want it noted that in all instances I am a victim and either Cedge or Xian are the instigators. The turning point was a particularly vicious comment on my stature. Here is the real story; they will concur that this part at least is true.
Preface: Cédric steals my jacket and I climb down from my top bunk to retrieve it.
Christian: "Who do you think you are? Justice riding in on your high horse?"
Parker: "Yes in fact I AM justice riding in on a noble white stallion"
Christian: "Don't you mean a white pony?"
Okay laugh all you want—they certainly did—but for the record, Christian is only about 1 inch taller than me, and we are all average height or higher anyway…whatever; the others get lots of entertainment from their jokes so I'll let it slide. The night ended quite nicely actually with the French Horn Accordances of Vienna, stating that Virginia is in fact the best state for all institutions of higher education and that FHD is a truly symbolic characteristic of life. Exact terms to follow.
Peace and love from Wien, Parker
Cedric #3: May 30
We had a hard time getting up this morning, but after some pillow smashes the last person (a particular Hokie) got up. We were out of the door by 9:15; very impressive for our group. After yesterday's hour long breakfast fiasco, we decided to make a quick stop at a bakery in the metro station instead. Metro stations in Europe are very fancy. Especially in Berlin and Vienna where there are shops, supermarkets…
Let me go off on a little tangent about supermarkets. At most restaurants in Europe bottled water is usually more expensive that other drinks (including bubble water, of which I'm the only consumer in our group). In addition, sometimes restaurants (Prague, and Vienna so far…) don't have tap water (yea right…) and in Berlin supposedly its rude to ask for tap water. A half liter is anywhere from 3 to 5 euros! Therefore we've developed a system to bypass the money drain. To be polite, we buy the cheapest water and split it, but after the meal we go to the nearest supermarket (usually in a metro station) and each buy all the water we want. A liter and a half can cost about 70 cents! Quite a bargain. Now back to Sunday morning…
After a quick (and in my opinion disappointing) breakfast we were off for a fifteen minute ride (much shorter than Versailles and Potsdam) to Schloß Schonbrunn (or as we know it, Schonbrunn Palace), home of the Habsburgs.
Construction began in 1696. Built to rival Versailes, I must say the Austrians did a good job. Even though the palace is not as large and elaborate (on the outside) and doesn't have such gigantic gardens as Versailles, it definitely has a certain charm. At first I was disgusted by the yellow-orange (or as Sam describes, "a mix between greasy popcorn and unripened orange") of the palace's exterior; however, after the initial shock I slowly began to appreciate its color and even grew to enjoy it. Upon arrival at the palace, we bought a discounted (because we were all 18 and younger) Classic Pass. The first destination would be the palace itself.
The interior was stunning. Unlike Versailles, Schonbrunn was the Imperial family's residence until 1918 (the end of World War I); therefore, the artwork, furniture, and china were much more modern. Maria Theresia, ruler of Austria in the mid 1700s, seemed to have redone much of the palace because her lavish influence was apparent in most of the rooms. According to the audioguide, she was one of Austria's most beloved Empresses. It turns out she was the mother of Marie Antoinette who was guillotined in the French Revolution. A few generations later, Franz Joseph I was a much more simple (yet still elegant) ruler who considered himself a servant to the state. As a group of 5 rings, we admired him the most (of course based off limited information). Ironically, he was Austria's last legit Emperor (he died in 1916, in the middle of World War I. The Habsburgs would lose the throne two years later and Austria would become a Republic).
After finishing the audiotour, our ticket allowed us (unlike some others who were kicked out) to see a ten minute show of how to make Apple Strudel. After tasting a small yet scrumptious sample, we watched with wide eyes as the black-haired cook churned out an apple strudel in lightning speed while cracking many hilarious jokes.
Next, we went to the gardens. First section, the Privy Gardens, a "small" private garden for the Imperial family. It was quite nice, with an overlook with a beautiful view on the side of the Palace. In the middle were orange and lemon trees with some of the biggest lemons I've ever seen!
In the back of the gardens was a maze!! Parker and I loved the maze more than anything else at the palace! At first I thought it would be worthless, but it was pretty legit. Christian was the first to the raised platform in the middle where he mocked us and took sneaky pictures of us finding our way (we just wanted to make sure we saw every corner of that maze because we'd only be there once!) Then while Sam, Christian, and Henry went to frolic in the small kiddy playground, Parker and I completed/sprinted through the two other mazes which included a small mirror maze, bridges, a math riddle (which we really wanted to complete but we didn't have enough time to because the others were waiting…), and twelve foot poles that you need to climb up to ring a bell on top. We had a blast.
By then, a rapidly approaching line of pitch-black clouds was making its way across the horizon towards us. We decided to quickly visit the last part of the gardens, a large fancy what would come to be rain shelter on the top of a large hill (called the Gloriette). Parker and I took "quickly" to heart and jogged up the hill, making it under the shelter with a spectacular view before the pouring rains arrived. Sam, Christian, and Henry were not so fortunate and received a nice shower (luckily they had rain coats) by the time they joined us. After huddling under a ledge, trying to stay dry, the rain abated and we quickly escaped from the Palace grounds back to the metro. Overall, I loved Schloß Schonbrunn.
After a quick stop by the hostel, we had lunch around 1:30 (quite early for us…). We ate at a different bakery with delicious paninis inside a metro station. Very quick, cheap, and satisfying.
By 2 o'clock we were at our next attraction for the day, the modern art museum Albertina. Not being a fan of modern art, I wasn't particularly excited about it but I was pleasantly surprised because there were some interesting and good pieces. I especially enjoyed the Impressionist art. Professor Henry had not studied much of the art, but he did recognize many of the artists. Sam said it was his favorite art museum of the trip so far.
After several hours of walking through never ending galleries, we took the metro to another recommended museum, the Secession. However, after looking at the prices and being honestly weary of art, we decided to skip this one. Instead, we enthusiastically went to the Natural History Museum in the Museum Quarter.
With an hour and a half left before the museum closed, we quickly raced through as much as we could. The first many rooms were dedicated to various rocks, including a 68.86kg (2.7 million dollar) chunk of gold which we wanted to add to our art collection. However, after due consideration, we decided to leave it behind and add its more portable 46.57 kg (1.8 million dollar) neighbor to our collection instead. Needless to say, we enjoyed dinner that evening. We also saw some minerals from Georgia (and as Parker really wants me to add, Texas), USA!
After the rocks, Sam nearly wet his pants when seeing a giant chloroplast model on the ceiling. Parker and I entertained ourselves for several minutes in front of a thermal imaging camera. The next exhibit contained a black box in the middle with security cameras floating around. Anxious to see the prize inside, we rush in and its Henry's turn to jump in excitement: the Fat Goddess!! (or as Henry enlightened us, it is properly called the Venus of Willendorf). Henry enthusiastically educated us about its meaning and origin as we analyzed one of the oldest statuettes in human history.
Next was the Darwin exhibit, with awesome 3D pictures and a section full of skulls of human evolution. It was interesting to see how small the first ones were and how they slowly progressed to the modern human skull.
The last exhibit we were able to see before being kicked out once again from a museum was the stuffed animal section. No, it was not full of teddy bears, but there was a section of monkeys that Parker wanted to join.
At 6:30 we were forced to exit the museum so we turned our focus on the most important aspect of traveling: food. We ate at a nice restaurant not to far away and I got to finally taste wiener schnitzel, a Viennese speciality of breaded veal.
Luckily for us, streetcar number 49 passed a block away from the restaurant and went right next to our hostel. So we got on our first Viennese streetcar and luckily it stopped right in front of an ice cream shop! We got off and each of us bought large, tasty, and surprisingly cheap (for the amount given) ice cream and milkshakes. Paradise.
After dessert, we returned to our hostel for an "early" night. Sam blogged and Henry took a shower while Christian, Parker, and I began an intense game of Risk (the amazing hostel had a shelf full of board games). Midway through the game, Henry came asking for rescue: he had dropped the key to his locker down the drain of the sink! We don't know how, but Henry magically managed to get the key wedged perfectly horizontally three or four inches down. We jumped to the rescue. I rushed to get a paperclip which Christian daring and carefully guided to try and hook the evasive key. Clatter!! The key fell deeper out of sight deep into the murky depths. Uh oh… Henry's heart was about to stop when Parker proposed to dismantle the drain.
Before I continue the story, I would just like to warn parents about some future bills coming in the mail…
We quickly crouched down and unscrewed the drain… and water started spraying everywhere! We jumped back in surprise and before we could do anything, the bathroom was already soaked. Christian put his hand over the pipe to try to stop the gushing water but to no avail; it just sprayed through his hand and he got completely soaked. Not knowing what to do, we rushed out of the bathroom. There was already a crowd of people gathering to watch…
Just kidding. Once the pipe was unscrewed, out came Henry's key. Whew! Sigh of relief. We just screwed the drain back on and all was well.
Nothing much happened after that adrenaline rush. We talked a bit with a couple from Detroit and Ireland, Henry blogged, and the rest of us got ready for bed. Lights out around 12:30, and we dozed off each into our various wonderlands.
Let me go off on a little tangent about supermarkets. At most restaurants in Europe bottled water is usually more expensive that other drinks (including bubble water, of which I'm the only consumer in our group). In addition, sometimes restaurants (Prague, and Vienna so far…) don't have tap water (yea right…) and in Berlin supposedly its rude to ask for tap water. A half liter is anywhere from 3 to 5 euros! Therefore we've developed a system to bypass the money drain. To be polite, we buy the cheapest water and split it, but after the meal we go to the nearest supermarket (usually in a metro station) and each buy all the water we want. A liter and a half can cost about 70 cents! Quite a bargain. Now back to Sunday morning…
After a quick (and in my opinion disappointing) breakfast we were off for a fifteen minute ride (much shorter than Versailles and Potsdam) to Schloß Schonbrunn (or as we know it, Schonbrunn Palace), home of the Habsburgs.
Construction began in 1696. Built to rival Versailes, I must say the Austrians did a good job. Even though the palace is not as large and elaborate (on the outside) and doesn't have such gigantic gardens as Versailles, it definitely has a certain charm. At first I was disgusted by the yellow-orange (or as Sam describes, "a mix between greasy popcorn and unripened orange") of the palace's exterior; however, after the initial shock I slowly began to appreciate its color and even grew to enjoy it. Upon arrival at the palace, we bought a discounted (because we were all 18 and younger) Classic Pass. The first destination would be the palace itself.
The interior was stunning. Unlike Versailles, Schonbrunn was the Imperial family's residence until 1918 (the end of World War I); therefore, the artwork, furniture, and china were much more modern. Maria Theresia, ruler of Austria in the mid 1700s, seemed to have redone much of the palace because her lavish influence was apparent in most of the rooms. According to the audioguide, she was one of Austria's most beloved Empresses. It turns out she was the mother of Marie Antoinette who was guillotined in the French Revolution. A few generations later, Franz Joseph I was a much more simple (yet still elegant) ruler who considered himself a servant to the state. As a group of 5 rings, we admired him the most (of course based off limited information). Ironically, he was Austria's last legit Emperor (he died in 1916, in the middle of World War I. The Habsburgs would lose the throne two years later and Austria would become a Republic).
After finishing the audiotour, our ticket allowed us (unlike some others who were kicked out) to see a ten minute show of how to make Apple Strudel. After tasting a small yet scrumptious sample, we watched with wide eyes as the black-haired cook churned out an apple strudel in lightning speed while cracking many hilarious jokes.
Next, we went to the gardens. First section, the Privy Gardens, a "small" private garden for the Imperial family. It was quite nice, with an overlook with a beautiful view on the side of the Palace. In the middle were orange and lemon trees with some of the biggest lemons I've ever seen!
In the back of the gardens was a maze!! Parker and I loved the maze more than anything else at the palace! At first I thought it would be worthless, but it was pretty legit. Christian was the first to the raised platform in the middle where he mocked us and took sneaky pictures of us finding our way (we just wanted to make sure we saw every corner of that maze because we'd only be there once!) Then while Sam, Christian, and Henry went to frolic in the small kiddy playground, Parker and I completed/sprinted through the two other mazes which included a small mirror maze, bridges, a math riddle (which we really wanted to complete but we didn't have enough time to because the others were waiting…), and twelve foot poles that you need to climb up to ring a bell on top. We had a blast.
By then, a rapidly approaching line of pitch-black clouds was making its way across the horizon towards us. We decided to quickly visit the last part of the gardens, a large fancy what would come to be rain shelter on the top of a large hill (called the Gloriette). Parker and I took "quickly" to heart and jogged up the hill, making it under the shelter with a spectacular view before the pouring rains arrived. Sam, Christian, and Henry were not so fortunate and received a nice shower (luckily they had rain coats) by the time they joined us. After huddling under a ledge, trying to stay dry, the rain abated and we quickly escaped from the Palace grounds back to the metro. Overall, I loved Schloß Schonbrunn.
After a quick stop by the hostel, we had lunch around 1:30 (quite early for us…). We ate at a different bakery with delicious paninis inside a metro station. Very quick, cheap, and satisfying.
By 2 o'clock we were at our next attraction for the day, the modern art museum Albertina. Not being a fan of modern art, I wasn't particularly excited about it but I was pleasantly surprised because there were some interesting and good pieces. I especially enjoyed the Impressionist art. Professor Henry had not studied much of the art, but he did recognize many of the artists. Sam said it was his favorite art museum of the trip so far.
After several hours of walking through never ending galleries, we took the metro to another recommended museum, the Secession. However, after looking at the prices and being honestly weary of art, we decided to skip this one. Instead, we enthusiastically went to the Natural History Museum in the Museum Quarter.
With an hour and a half left before the museum closed, we quickly raced through as much as we could. The first many rooms were dedicated to various rocks, including a 68.86kg (2.7 million dollar) chunk of gold which we wanted to add to our art collection. However, after due consideration, we decided to leave it behind and add its more portable 46.57 kg (1.8 million dollar) neighbor to our collection instead. Needless to say, we enjoyed dinner that evening. We also saw some minerals from Georgia (and as Parker really wants me to add, Texas), USA!
After the rocks, Sam nearly wet his pants when seeing a giant chloroplast model on the ceiling. Parker and I entertained ourselves for several minutes in front of a thermal imaging camera. The next exhibit contained a black box in the middle with security cameras floating around. Anxious to see the prize inside, we rush in and its Henry's turn to jump in excitement: the Fat Goddess!! (or as Henry enlightened us, it is properly called the Venus of Willendorf). Henry enthusiastically educated us about its meaning and origin as we analyzed one of the oldest statuettes in human history.
Next was the Darwin exhibit, with awesome 3D pictures and a section full of skulls of human evolution. It was interesting to see how small the first ones were and how they slowly progressed to the modern human skull.
The last exhibit we were able to see before being kicked out once again from a museum was the stuffed animal section. No, it was not full of teddy bears, but there was a section of monkeys that Parker wanted to join.
At 6:30 we were forced to exit the museum so we turned our focus on the most important aspect of traveling: food. We ate at a nice restaurant not to far away and I got to finally taste wiener schnitzel, a Viennese speciality of breaded veal.
Luckily for us, streetcar number 49 passed a block away from the restaurant and went right next to our hostel. So we got on our first Viennese streetcar and luckily it stopped right in front of an ice cream shop! We got off and each of us bought large, tasty, and surprisingly cheap (for the amount given) ice cream and milkshakes. Paradise.
After dessert, we returned to our hostel for an "early" night. Sam blogged and Henry took a shower while Christian, Parker, and I began an intense game of Risk (the amazing hostel had a shelf full of board games). Midway through the game, Henry came asking for rescue: he had dropped the key to his locker down the drain of the sink! We don't know how, but Henry magically managed to get the key wedged perfectly horizontally three or four inches down. We jumped to the rescue. I rushed to get a paperclip which Christian daring and carefully guided to try and hook the evasive key. Clatter!! The key fell deeper out of sight deep into the murky depths. Uh oh… Henry's heart was about to stop when Parker proposed to dismantle the drain.
Before I continue the story, I would just like to warn parents about some future bills coming in the mail…
We quickly crouched down and unscrewed the drain… and water started spraying everywhere! We jumped back in surprise and before we could do anything, the bathroom was already soaked. Christian put his hand over the pipe to try to stop the gushing water but to no avail; it just sprayed through his hand and he got completely soaked. Not knowing what to do, we rushed out of the bathroom. There was already a crowd of people gathering to watch…
Just kidding. Once the pipe was unscrewed, out came Henry's key. Whew! Sigh of relief. We just screwed the drain back on and all was well.
Nothing much happened after that adrenaline rush. We talked a bit with a couple from Detroit and Ireland, Henry blogged, and the rest of us got ready for bed. Lights out around 12:30, and we dozed off each into our various wonderlands.
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