Reflections on Vienna
A quote you often hear around Vienna is that, depending on the weather, the Danube can be grey, brown or even green. The one colour it is not, the locals will tell you, is blue.
A quote you often hear around Vienna is that, depending on the weather, the Danube can be grey, brown or even green. The one colour it is not, the locals will tell you, is blue.
To say Europe is small, is like saying the universe is big. In fact, some Aussies we’ve met reckon they can travel across three countries in the same time it takes them to reach their back fence at home.
I think I’m forgiven – as long as we get to Vienna on time. You see, travelling by train was my idea.
I should have known that our big travel delay yesterday would mean a ‘compromise’ today. I don’t mean that wimpy 50/50 stuff, no, when we ‘compromise’, it’s either zero/100 or nothing. Here’s how it typically unfolds.
They say “be careful what you wish for”. Well, just this morning, I said to Nanette that it would be so much nicer if our trip to Slovenia was along the old roads rather than that big sterile freeway. Well, the wassergersplunkinkonnektor sure fixed that!
I’ve learned three things since we arrived in Munich yesterday – number one, being able to read a map is more important than speaking the language – number two (well really 1a), even when you do get directions from a local, they’re probably missing some bits, and – number three, why goose-step marching is still popular in Europe.
The great thing about independent travel is you get to choose your own adventure. The downside is, when something goes wrong, there’s only you for your wife to blame.
They say there’s no free lunch. Well there aren’t any cheap ones either if you’re in Switzerland.
The train trip over the alps from Italy to Switzerland was supposed to be a high point of our trip – you got that didn’t you? “High” point?
It’s nice to stay somewhere that’s real. Varenna is real.