Category: Austria

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Hopping The Wrong Train; Or, We’ve Got A Trend Here

The day was ours. A forecasted 67 degree day, cotton balls of wispy clouds fluttering lazily along an ocean of playful, winking blue, the sun declaring eternal friendship, the breeze giggling joyously as it danced among the blossoming trees. Austria was lit by the spring; the finger-numbing chill of winter replaced by light jackets and thick green grass. With an affinity for both this … Read More Hopping The Wrong Train; Or, We’ve Got A Trend Here

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A 62 Hour Journey Home

Friday, March 4th: the quite relatively tan and avocado filled adventure duo of Katie and Josie shall fly out of the Tangier Airport approximately 17:45 bound for Frankfurt. Austria isn’t too atrociously far from the bustling metropolis of Frankfurt, Germany. It will be easy, they thought. Just get back to Graz, they said. Flying intercontinentally between Africa and Europe subjected a mere 2 hours … Read More A 62 Hour Journey Home

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Driven > Motivated

The wind bellows and whips the frosted snow into my face, a child with a tantrum, burrowing deep into my cheeks and releasing tidal waves of free flowing frosty tears from my eyes. My rubber Sorrell hiking boots–my truly faithful steed in my Austrian adventures purchased for $16 in the local Kansas second-hand shop–slip on the ice encrusted rocks, and the black €1 gloves … Read More Driven > Motivated

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A Midnight Bath in Vienna 

The devil howls from inside the radiator, echoing around the lamp lit low-ceilinged walls. I untangle myself from the duvet and swing my legs over the side of the springy couch, sliding my socks against the soft carpet to the window. After a foggy, huggingly damp day, the Vienna midnight sky has parted to reveal a blanket of sleepy stars. I crank the handle … Read More A Midnight Bath in Vienna 

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If I Die, Sell My Ashes at the Flea Market

Saturdays in Graz. Laden with basket-carting old women and lads with linen sacks, dashing off for a gentle peruse through the massive farmer’s markets sprinkled throughout the city. One finds hoards of moseyers, meandering throughout the sunny streets, ducking into shops and emerging with sticky fingers and the remains of freshly baked sticky cinnamon buns, diets be damned. I don’t find myself in Graz … Read More If I Die, Sell My Ashes at the Flea Market

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Significant

I awoke early on Sunday, December 11, having accidentally fallen asleep reading The Hobbit the night before, feeling buoyant in the amount of rest imparted and energetic in the literary residue of Tolkien. A 55-degree Sunday (12 degrees Celsius for my metric pals) in the middle of December. The washing machines completely occupied, the majority of the city closed anyways and the homework can … Read More Significant

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A Note on Prolonged Suffering

Happy Immaculate Conception Day! The magnificently observed holiday whereupon heels are clicked and all courses from Uni receive a firm and solid, “not today!” Thursday, December 8th.  Which then, by my calculations, would place the entire fermentation process of baby Jesus to be–by Western standards–around…17 days. Whew. Yeasty. *I’ve recently become enraptured with the art of baking sourdough bread and delving into fermentation sciences. … Read More A Note on Prolonged Suffering

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An Amendment To The Previous Post

If I were to dive into a discussion of how America is currently viewed from an international perspective, this post would never end, and you and I would both grow old together as the words would stretch into novels. Instead–if I could be so bold–I’m going to treat you to a little bit of perspective. I wrote a post before the election, on Monday … Read More An Amendment To The Previous Post

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My Favorite Thing About Trump

It’s Monday night, the 7th of November. I write this at approximately 18:00, sipping Earl Grey from my London mug as I am whisked alongside the Austrian Alps on a train from Salzburg back to Graz. Guess what tomorrow is? For those Americans reading this, yeah. You’re hyperaware. Election day. Hillary. Trump. Not quite sure why we don’t refer to them both by surnames. … Read More My Favorite Thing About Trump

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I Already Know English

A more descriptive title for this post would have read along the lines of: “I Came to Austria as a Native English Speaker and Everyone Here Speaks English; Why Do I Need to Learn German?” but I received a firm too lengthy from the publishers. It’s hard to find someone here in Austria that doesn’t speak conversational English. Especially in Graz, an international city … Read More I Already Know English

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An Ode to Running Free

The very air is sleepy; homework lies teetering off the edge of the desk in a manner so unmotivating that I want to give it a good satisfying push and watch the papers and ink pens scatter amongst the dust of the floor. Dirty clothes threaten to cave the hook from which the overstuffed laundry bag dangles, dead weight. An unacceptable amount of mugs … Read More An Ode to Running Free

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Marry Me, Hallstatt? 

Yesterday was such a grand day. A group of pals–a Frenchie, Slovakian, Slovenian, Turk, American, Aussie, two Fins and I–danced amongst the magical village of Hallstatt yesterday, taking a break from the slightly toxic air of city life to meander amongst the mountains and lakes of the Austrian Alps. We could have relied on public transport, but that would have meant an early 2 … Read More Marry Me, Hallstatt?