A Palace, an Opera, Corn on my Pizza, and...Fanta?
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Yet another glorious sunny day awaited me when my train arrived in Vienna around noon today. I had booked just one night at the Meininger hostel, as eveywhere in the city was booked for the night after, so I was determined to see as much of the city as I could in one day. I was pleasantly surprised at how friendly the staff at the hostel was, as many of the reviews had described it as a rather cold place with staff who weren't helpful or caring at all. Instead, I had a nice guy speak perfect English to me. 'Since, it's so great outside, would you like me to tell you some places you absolutely have to go?' he asks. Of course!
With a 24 hour metro card, a mission, and a gigantic map of the rather large city, I set off to find the Schloss Schonbrunn, the famous Grand Palace of the city.
Making my way through the gardens, my amazement kept growing at the palace grounds.
Twenty minutes and only 4 Euros later, I had a ticket for a standing 'seat' for the show tonight. Now that's more like it! I had thought that I was getting to a show early to reserve tickets, but it turns out that the opera started in only an hour, so they ushered us all in right away to tie our scarves or jackets to a railing to reserve our places, which I thought was a bit odd, but worked just fine as I headed out in the cold for some much needed dinner. As I took a picture of my pizza garnished with salami and sweet corn, the man standing at my table laughed to himself. I shrug my shoulders, 'Never seen corn of pizza before,' I explain, which led to a nice conversation about the city-he was from Italy, leading a tour of a bunch of kids who were off somewhere; what a great gig!
While the operahouse was gorgeous, I found the actual opera to be a bit dull, as it was mostly one guy singing the a vast majority of the time, and I couldn't understand it with the people in front of me blocking my view of the little screen that translates the words from German to English.
As I head back to the hostel, all I want in life is a Fanta, couldn't exactly tell you why. There were two girls lounging in my room, one from England and the other from Canada, who I later went to a really chill, upscale cafe. I attempted to order my Fanta, but somehow, even though this drink has the same name in both languages, he didn't understand me or didn't care or something, and brought me this fizzy lemonade/applejuice tasting drink. As I look around me, I decide that when I get to a cheaper country, I need dto buy some cute flats and jeans so I can actually look presentable when I go out at night. And laundry is definitely on the top of my to-do list at this point-my clothes absolutely wreak of smoke from sitting in cafes and little pubs where half the place is enjoying a smoke and I'm trying not to cough.