Can’t tell you how disappointed I am
Her: You know what’s wild? The same time we were in the room where Marie Antoinette was born, my sister was in Paris in the room she was in right before she died.
Me: That *is* wild – and so sad to me for some reason.
The last day we were there, the Firecracker had us heading out to the Schönbrunn Palace, which was where the Hapsburgs summered.
Coincidentally, her sister was in Paris at the same time, leading to the conversation above.
Now the Firecracker just likes going to castles in general, but I was super jazzed to see the Roman ruins – more on that in a moment.
Beforehand, though, we enjoyed some of the Christmas market outside the castle before heading in.
Just like the Hofburg, it was opulent and impressive.
While there was a glass cutaway in the palace showing the Roman ruins, I wanted to see the more impressive ruins on the grounds…
…and they were super impressive…
Me: I’ve never seen such nicely kept ruins, ever!
Her: This is amazing!
…and super fake:
Me: Holy cow, I can’t tell you how disappointed I am.
Her: Man, that stinks!
To assuage somea that disappointment, we headed to the next town over in search of a traditional German joint that was less than 550 years old.
We stepped into the first nice place we saw and ordered a Diet Coke and another Radler…
…along with a traditional Weiner Schnitzel and Beef Goulash.
It was all pretty good but definitely not American-sized portions, so I was still pretty hungry afterward.
Her: You’re always hungry.
Me: This is true.
There was one last castle that the Firecracker wanted to check out before we left but, because I was still hungry, we hopped off the tram early to check out a bar right before it called Cafe Prinz.
Me: (to owner) Zwei bitte. Und gibt es Apfelstrudel und Wurst?
Owner: I’m sorry, do you speak English? My German isn’t so good.
Firecracker: (surprised) Are you American?
Owner: (shaking head) No, I’m from Czech Republic, moved to Canada decades ago, and was on my way back home to the Czech Republic when my friend convinced me to stop here in Vienna and we ended up buying this bar.
She was super nice, and we ended up taking a picture with her.
The Firecracker wrote some postcards for her parents, and I offered to drop them off at the post office for her.
It was “only” two blocks away but each one of these blocks were like three NYC avenues.
Firecracker: I thought you got lost!
Me: I didn’t but…man, they don’t fool around with the blocks here.
After we had some food and drink, we headed off to the last castle.
There was another Christmas Market there, so I ended up buying more Glühwein with this cool mug.
We ended up just enjoying the market for a bit before heading back.
The next morning, we took off for home.
It was pretty uneventful except for the fact that we had to board the plane from the tarmac…
…and the food was pretty atrocious.
Her: It’s not good.
Me: It tastes like they saw a picture of a pizza and decided to make it based on the picture.
We got back to the states and missed the train back into the city by just two minutes.
Her: Wait, the train’s delayed, we didn’t miss it after all.
Me: Awesome! Well, that’s a good way to end this trip.
And that’s our trip to Vienna.
Back to our usual nuthin in the next entry.
Location: home all day, after a night of drinking with Mr. Read
Mood: sober
Music: Even though I love the road, I’m missing home (Spotify)
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