A Palace, an Opera, Corn on my Pizza, and...Fanta?

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The impecable lawns went on for daaayyys...

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.

Classic :)
When I got to the platform at the station, a girl my age approached me and said something in awkward German. When I responded that I was sorry but I only speak English, she broke out in English. An American law student from Delaware, she was here for the week for some debate competition, and was trying to find the palace as well. After a few minutes we found it, and immediately I was impressed. The whole thing is this brilliant yellow color, which always makes me think of summer and good times (my favorite color). After seeing a rather pricey entrance fee and watching the screen at the door which showed pictures of all the main halls and rooms, I decided to skip the tour. Photos are good enough, I made it all the way here-just knowing I'm in the place where all this history took place is good enough for me!

Making my way through the gardens, my amazement kept growing at the palace grounds.

The palm gardens I didn't have the cash to go in to
There was a labyrinth, tons of statues, a zoo, and even a 'Palm House,' where loads of different kinds of palm trees and flowers were flourishing in two gigantic atriums. 'I can't come to Vienna and not see an opera,' I think to myself as I end my tour of this part of the city. Once I finally found the famous opera house, I was approached by a guy dressed up in Rennaisance garb, raving about a ballet/opera taking place that night at another location. 'I can give you a special price, only 29 Euros, but you have to get it fast,' tells me as he and about a dozen others dressed like him compete to sell the most tickets. Now, if 29 Euros was only $29 US dollars, I might have given it a second thought, but the idea of paying nearly $45 for opera, when I'm not that interested in the first place, didn't quite tickle my fancy.
Pepperoni and corn...why didn't we think of that?

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.

Very serious men in a very serious opera...
I'm still glad for the experience though, but I know that I'll never again in my life be compulsed to attend one of these things.

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.

Quite simply-amazing
All in all, today was pretty good!

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The impecable lawns went on for da…
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Classic :)
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Quite simply-amazing
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