Third Floor Old Fire Station Reunion!!
Bad Hofgastein Travel Blog› entry 2 of 16 › view all entries
Eight out of twelve of my corridor, from my 2003 Swedish exchange, managed to come together for a reunion in an Austrian skiing village over New Year's Eve. It was great to see everyone again after two years, and from the moment we were reunited, it was as if we had never been apart.
Bad Hofgastein turned out to be a fantastic place to meet (thanks again Thomas). The town was full of tourists for the ski season, but at times it was very peaceful due to the duvet of snow cloaking every inch of the earth. My American friend, Tessa, and I were both quite taken by the snow here. At times it fell like powder, and at others like glitter sprinkled by a fairy. The only problem was I didn't bring any waterproof shoes. I was close to getting frostbite on my feet for the second time in my life, but managed to remove my soaked shoes in time.
The experienced skiers spent ever day on the slopes, but I decided only to spend one day having a group skiing lesson. The rest of the time, I discovered the best place to be in Bad Hofgastein - the thermal bath! This place was a sort of acquatic world with a huge indoor pool and jacuzzi, outdoor pools that were steaming in the cold air, a restaurant, relaxing areas and .... saunas. My Austrian friend, Elli, told me that everyone goes naked in the sauna. At this moment, I felt like I had been thrown into a scene from 'Sex and the City' when the conservative Charlotte is too embarressed to remove her towel amongst the other women in the sauna.
For New Year's Eve, we started the night by having dinner at a traditional Austrian restaurant (food in Austria consists mostly of schnitzles, goulasch, dumplings, dumplings and dumplings). At midnight we went to the main square, where a band was playing. The photo I've selected for the summary of this trip is our group just before midnight, with champagne in hand. After the countdown, people were setting off all kinds of fireworks in the air and on the ground. The band started to play the Austrian waltz, which we all danced to, although I had no idea what I was doing. By 1am we made our way to the local nightclub, Amstadl, where we stayed until about 4:30am. I was pretty bored when all the German music was playing, but had a ball when the DJ played 'real' music (i.e. music I know).