Moving to a new place is hell hard, so I’ve started a list of the things I am tolerating about love about Vienna. Thus far it is short, but here’s hoping the list expands or I might go insane.
The tram. Especially the ones that make you feel like you’re in pre-war Austria (not that that would be especially good for me and Mr. Goldstein).
This tram floor is dangerous beautiful. I tripped up the stairs and fell flat on my face. Many Austrians stared in disbelief barely noticed.
Naked Austrians! Changing tables at the pool. You’ve gotta love a country that makes parenting easier.
The view from our couch. Daunting Heaven.
Breakfast of champions My darling husband. I’d like to say that these were both his, but unfortunately, one of them was mine. I took this around 9am. God help me.
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I love your blog 🙂
thank you! love to you. xo
I survived 2.5 years in Vienna. I didn’t have a husband though, so my stories may be different. Saw a small girl with a huge birdcage in the tram once–as she got up to go, nobody moved/stared/barely noticed.
Thanks for reading! What were you doing in Vienna?
I moved there because I liked a few Austrian novelists. One is dead (Bernhard) and the other is alienating (Jelinek), but I figured it was as good a reason to locate as any.