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?
The day was a crisp, sunny day with soft white clouds juxtaposed against the sharp edge of the early winter breeze that tickled the nose until it ran. My neck was bundled in a new fluffy scarf, my hands were protected from the wind by my sturdy black gloves. There was nothing openly gloomy about this day; that didn’t stop my mood from souring. … Read More Lessons from Oranges
As the noontime cathedral bells finish chiming, I find myself situated at the Café Elephant in Leibnitz, Austria, sipping regional Steiermarkish red wine and enjoying a perfectly crafted slice of Apfelküchen while I write this. I woke up this magical Sunday morning with insatiable desire for an introvert solo-adventure; packed a lunch, filled my backpack with assigned essays for my Metaethics class, checked the timetables … Read More Playing in the Woods
Last night I climbed Schloßberg–the picturesque “mountain” looming over the city of Graz, Austria–with my beautiful Ukrainian roommate, Vika, to watch the sun set behind the mountain ridges surrounding Graz and eat some fresh-baked Austrian Pita Brot (pita bread) with Grecian hummus and sautéed Roma tomatoes. (View over Graz from Schlosßberg) Vika is a pretty magical, wonderful human. She currently sits at 18 years … Read More Lesson One from Austria: The Comfort Zone
My plane leaves the bustling metropolis of Manhattan, KS bound for Graz, Austria in t-minus 8 days; before this time, I need to solidify financial matters with ESU, settle bank affairs, find documents, figure out logistics of living in the EU, revisit Austrian-German basics, contact with the Austrian girl meeting me at the airport, and 23 other check-list items. Oh, and pack. I’ve got … Read More How to Not Lose Your Mind: 8 Days and Counting
It’s not that I find bank people incompetent or slow or somehow lesser than I, it’s simply that my English-major mind doesn’t comprehend money matters. So as one might imagine, the biggest problems I ran into figuring out how to get to Graz and stay there were in the “figuring out banking” categories. Specifically when it came to sending a deposit to my Austrian … Read More So You Have To Go To the Bank; My Biggest Struggle With Getting to Austria