Easter : April 10 – 13
I was unable to recruit any keeners to join me on my Easter adventure, so once again it was a solo mission. I have come to realize that I really do not mind going places by myself but I do feel rather lonely when it comes to eating dinner. It does not faze me to eat breakfast or lunch alone, but there is something about going to a restaurant and eating dinner alone, it is never the highlight of my trips.
I decided that I wanted to go skiing for one last time, to really justify the fact that I dragged all of my ski stuff to Vienna. The hardest part of the whole decision process was determining where I actually wanted to go. Austria offers a wealth of ski areas, all which have been dumped on by snow this season. I decided to head to the town of Zell am See in the Salzburg region. It was a 6 hour journey by train into the Austria Alps. I arrived at night so I was not able to take in my surroundings immediately. From what the maps told me, Zell am See was not a very big town, and had I arrived during light hours, I most definitely could have found my way to my hotel. It was 11:15 p.m., I was tired and I had my skiing wardrobe with me, so I opted for a cab, which took me around the corner from the train station. The best €6 I have spent thus far…
The hotel I stayed at was a really nice, small hotel in the middle of their ‘pedestrian village’. I knew that I had come to ski so I wanted to maximize the time I spent on the ski slopes and not inside any bars… Plus, being alone somewhat deters me from going bar-hopping, not my idea of a good time. On Saturday morning, my first day in Zell am See, I opened the curtains of my room and was immediately confident that I had made a good choice to come here. I was surrounding by Alps and glaciers, I don’t think the smile left my face the entire weekend.
Kitzsteinhorn
The town offers a free ski bus to anyone who looks like they are heading out to ski. Because it was such a beautiful day on Saturday, I made the decision to head to the glacier that was in the area, just in case the weather took a turn for the worse the next 2 days. I eventually boarded the right bus and was whisked away to the glacier, Kitzsteinhorn, in the little town of Kaprun. It is not possible to ski the entire mountain, so they have these panoramic gondolas that bring people to the middle of the mountain (Basically where heaven starts). As I stepped off the gondola I could hardly contain myself, and I wasn’t even at the top of the mountain yet. What I hadn’t realized until then was that Kitzsteinhorn is a sea of snow, with no trees, I guess that is only to be assumed for a 3,202m high mountain. I was literally going to be skiing a glacier for the day, and never had to worry about remotely skiing close to a tree. I don’t think I have a vast enough vocabulary to explain the view from the top of the mountain. I also was not able to pick my jaw off the ground to make an attempt at describing it. I was literally looking out into a sea of jagged mountains, all part of a national park. The whole day was a fantastic adventure, but with a few too many t-bars. After skiing a powerful run, the last thing I wanted to do was keep my balance and continue supporting my weight while sitting on a t-bar. My boots have never hurt me before, and I have always been very comfortable in them. I am not sure if it was the temperature (+25°C at the base) or the altitude but both my boots left huge bruises on my ankles, which made walking in ski boots a little painful, but as soon as I stepped onto my skis, I could have cared less about the pain. By the end of the afternoon I was starting to become a little bit too cocky, which resulted in my almost taking out a few skiers going up the t-bar. I took a few more runs and thought it would be best to cut my losses and head back to the hotel. I really did not want to see how effective my insurance was. Later that night my entire body was in pain. There was even an indescribable pain in my elbows. I think my eyes closed around 9:30 and did not open again until the next morning. I was able to speak to Jodi though, as it was her big 21st birthday… All grown up.Schmittenhöhe
The next two days I stayed in Zell am See and took advantage of Schmittenhöhe, the smaller, 2,202m, mountain. Since it was the middle of April, snow was beginning to be a little sparse at the bottom of the mountain. I guess that a month of +20°C weather makes it hard for snow to stick around. From the top of Schmitten I could see where I had skied the previous day, and it was absolutely beautiful. Schmitten was still mostly below the tree line so there were actual trails to ski. I was at the mountain before the lifts opened, both days, so I was able to benefit from corduroy trials for a few hours in the mornings. I could not begin to attempt to describe the skiing or scenery. Both were phenomenal and I can only be thankful that the weather stayed fantastic and I walked off the ski hills all 3 days with no broken bones and fully intact.
Spring skiing rocks my world.
Hallstatt : April 17 – 19
This Wednesday, Hannah’s boyfriend is coming home from his semester in Iceland, and on Friday, Conor arrives for 3 weeks. Before the boys arrive and cramp our style (…) Hannah and I wanted to have one last girl weekend.
I had received a magazine when I signed up for SWAP and I remember sitting in Statistics class in October looking at the cover and vowing to visit the little lake-side town. The only problem was that there was no indication of where this place was in Austria. A few weeks ago I showed it to Hannah and said, ‘Can we go there?’ Hannah did not know where my little fantasy town was. One of her friends was over and saw the magazine on our coffee table and said she had been there and that is was absolutely beautiful. She even had the phone number of the hotel she stayed at in her cell phone. It was destiny that we went to this little town named Hallstatt.
Time wise, last weekend was the perfect weekend for us to go. We left work a little early on Friday in order to catch our train and arrived in Hallstatt 5 hours later in the middle of a gentle spring rain. It was the kind of rain that makes the grass look really green and seems to heighten the sense of smell. We were a little skeptical because we could see the town from the train, but it appeared to be on the other side of the lake. We discovered that there was in fact a ferry service that brought us across the lake to this picturesque town. I cannot begin to describe this 900 resident town that is squeezed between cliffs and the lake. You would not believe that this town exists, it is so perfect. Take a look at the newly posted pictures to see what I mean…
After a lengthy 15 minute walk from one end of the town to the other, we found our hotel. We checked in and then headed to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The owner of the hotel warned us that there was a big group coming in and that there would be music. We thought it would be great to have some music to shake this little town up. We heard some kind of music approaching the hotel, but I shrugged it off and convinced Hannah that it was coming from the speakers… Except that there were no speakers in the restaurant. Then, the owner let us know that this was not just any ordinary group coming, but a bachelor party. Hannah and I exchanged looks as if we both thinking the same thing. Our night was shaping up to consist of music, a group of men relatively close to our ages, and free drinks all night. A strange thing happened after this. It sounded as though a parade was heading down the small streets of Hallstatt.
The bachelor party that was bringing the music turned out to be the local marching band featuring everyone from the oldest member of the community to the young teenagers. We were a little confused. This is apparently the idea of a good time for bachelors of Hallstatt. For 3 hours Hannah and I were subjected to marching band music and old men gawking at us because we were the ‘new girls in town’. It was an interesting night to say the least.
We had hoped to visit the salt mines and/or the ice caves over the weekend. We then learned that everything opens next weekend. Instead of taking the cable car to where the salt mines are, we killed some time by hiking the mountain and in the afternoon we took a little boat ride around the picturesque lake. The only real way to describe the whole weekend is through pictures. (There is now a link on my blog right to my albums.)
It was definitely a perfect way for me and Hannah to spend our last weekend together, before we have to ‘break-up’ as we like to say. I think we are both secretly okay with breaking up, because it means our boys will be arriving.
Friday, April 24.
Conor arrives at 8:30 a.m. this Friday. I can honestly not believe it. I remember writing it in my calendar at work and having to count the number of weeks, and I am now counting the number of days. I don’t know where time goes. We are heading to Innsbruck Friday afternoon, and then embark on a whirlwind week of evening activities. I am taking Conor to the ballet performance of Romeo and Juliet; I am trying to rub some of my new culture off onto him.
My bank account proves how much travelling I have done, and I am perfectly fine with that. Thinking back on these last months, there is nothing I would have done differently. When I fly home on the 15th I will have seen all of the Austrian regions (excluding Vorarlberg) and experienced the Austrian way of life, plus Berlin, Italy, Bratislava and Prague.
Although Vienna is a beautiful city, it in no way encompasses the majestic beauty and generosity that the rest of Austria offers. Like any major city, people live in their own world and it does not reflect the actual way of life of the everyday Austrian.
I can be nothing but grateful for the past four months. I feel that it has been a test of character for me, and has shown me who my real friends are, and those whose friendship with me is out of convenience. It is stark reality check, but I am glad that I have been able to experience it. I guess everyone eventually comes to terms with the realization that friendships change, but it is still difficult to wrap my head around it. For the messages that I did receive, thank you. You have no idea how nice it was to know someone was thinking about me. I am ready though to come home and end the virtual family I have had for four months.
Work
I am entering my last 2 weeks of work. It is hard to believe that 14 weeks ago I stood in this building with so much anxiety and skepticism. I will always remember the colleagues who guided me and took the time to talk to me; I don’t think they realize how much of a help and support they were. My final project is to summarize and finalize my proposed concept for the youth program. The workshop I hosted was fantastic, and I was able to collect concrete and valuable data to contribute to my proposed ambassador program. When I leave next week, I can only hope that the work I contributed may help the youth program re-gain some momentum.
