kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
I have returned from Milan, and actually got home at a much more reasonable hour than I thought I would. Though my flight got in before 18:30, I assumed I would have to wait for the last Postbus from Austria to get to the Bratislava airport at 20:30 before I could begin the two hour drive back to Vienna.

There's a lot of stuff I left out of my visit to Smadar for the sake of brevity. )
kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
Well, I lied. I am sort of keeping a paper journal, but I'm almost getting more internet access that I thought I was going to. Right now I'm in the computer lab of Smadar's IES program, and taking advantage of her free internet. I did stop by the Basicila di Sant Ambrogio, but was ushered out shortly thereafter by a security guard- closing for lunch is a very common theme in a lot of these places.

Let's see. Me and Smadar are planning to go to a Jazz club later today for apperetivo. Before that she has class and work, so I will probably amuse myself with using her washing machine and doing a little tourism around the area. I'm taking this not so much as a "hunt down everything and experience Milan!" vacation, but as a visit to my dear friend. Since she's got things to do, that means I'm not doing that terribly much, but it's nice to hang out. We're doing lunch later today as well. I'm not sure what I'm going to do until then, but I now have access to the internet and a interesting area to wander around in, so I might just stay put right in this area. There's a good little cheap pizza place around here that we need to try, I hear.

I have to register for classes tomorrow. Today, me and Smadar came early to her school/program place, and the computers here are free and awesome, so I might just request tomorrow that we repeat the same kind of deal. That seems like it would be the best and most simple way for me to get registered online.
kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
Hello my loves,
I'm in Milan with the lovely Smadar, and this is the first time I've gotten onto a computer. Smadar does not have internet access in her apartment, and while she's letting me use her computer there, it's not doing me much good. So, for the record, I'm keeping a paper journal that I will transcribe once I get back to Vienna.

All you really need to know for now is that I'm here, it's slightly cheaper than Vienna, and I'm considering leaving the internet cafe just so I can save myself a little bit of money.

Love to all the lovelies.

(Also, anyone trying to email me at my college email right now, don't. I can't reply on it. SO, those of you who want to contact me, I have a gmail account that's the intial of my first name, then my whole last name without the hyphen. Example, presumming for a minute I'm Bob Smith-White in real life = bsmithwhite (at) gmail.com)
kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
So, I'm flying to Milan tomorrow to visit a lovely, lovely friend, who also happens to be the physically closest person to me on the European continent. Which means that I will have some rather limited computer access in the coming days, so don't be surprised if I update with less frequency.

This was a good day. I got a lot done, my language course is over and done with, so I will never again have to sit through four hours of talking about German grammar. (At least this semester.) I got my little diploma, Wellesley will get all it's money back for the course, and I just got a full course credit for something that took three weeks. Which is great.

The final event of the class was a gathering of all the groups to hear a very short speech by the director of the program, and to hand out book prizes. There was a cute little choir made up of students singing, and it was all rather corny. But for some people, it was their last day in Vienna, and then they were just going back without any more time here. It seemed a nice gesture for the people who were not staying long, while it seemed perhaps too corny for others.

I've worked out a class schedule for myself, as you've seen, which has four day weekends every week. Also, I found today the Austrian bus system website, so that I can use busses and trains and planes all to get around this lovely little patch of world I've found myself attached to.

I'm having an mixed reaction to Vienna. It seems now to be equal parts terror and joy. I know that there are amazing cool things out there for me to do and see, people to talk to that I would never otherwise meet, and things to do that I would never otherwise do. But while all the strangeness is wonderful, at the same time it makes me really ineffective here as anything other than a passerby. I can't vote, they can kick me out whenever they find me too annoying, and the rules are all seemingly arbitrary and hard to understand and complicated. But then, maybe home seems like that for foreigners there, too.

Anyhoo, I have done a variety of things today that were pleasant and enjoyable. I had a "Wiener Frühstück", or Viennese breakfast, which consists of a soft-boiled egg, two of Semmel (a wonderful crusty roll with the top in a little spiral- it seems to be the city bread, as ubiquitous here as the crescent roll to France) with lovely butter and black current jam, and a small cup of wonderful coffee. This was at a small cafe/restaurant in the Museum Quarter, which I have no fully explored. But nice, and while expensive, not so much so that I can't return. I was able to chat with a variety of nice people in German, and order tickets for a bus, in German. (I did, before I began, apologize for my German and ask them to speak clearly- they seemed to take that better than when I didn't say anything and got confused.)

This is all a little wandering, but I'm not quite clear in my head right now, and it seems to be the right tone for it. Tomorrow, I am leaving Vienna for a week, and we'll see how Italy is to me. I think I am more prepared for this trip than any other that I've been on: I've got two copies of my passport and insurance info, have hidden one of my credit cards away from pickpockets, and have two copies of all the travel information for everything that I'm doing, including documents written in Italian and Slovakian that I can pull out to show people who don't speak English, Spanish or German so that they understand the destination I'm trying to find.
kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
Planning is hard. I'm trying to get to Milan, as in, trying to get a Ryanair flight for this Saturday, but I have to wait on some information (like how I sign up for a class in person), and it's just starting to be rather annoying. It wouldn't be a tragedy for me to not go and visit this person because the flight costs too much, but I would be really sad about it. And I won't probably get another chance at it until December. So I'm crossing my thumbs and hoping that everything works out in time.

(Of course, the tickets are brutally cheap, so I might not get all the right information in time, and just end up purchasing tickets beforehand anyways. They are still less than 40 Euros, which is really, really like nothing. So, life goes on.)
kitewithfish: The Doctor tilts his head. (Default)
Signs are looking good for me to visit my friend in Milan after this course ends. Which would be nice, to have some lovely automatic company, and to see her again (really it's only been a few weeks, but it feels longer.)

Studying for the final for this course- the rest of the class seems rather blithe about it all. I'm wondering if I am in fact an American workaholic after all.

We had the "America has crazy gun laws" discussion in class today. Everyone else comes from countries where it's generally only legal for police to have them. I was embarrassed (which honestly makes no sense, in hindsight. I didn't make the laws, I don't have a gun, and its arguable that my classmates are the deluded victims of their countries overbearing regimes. But then, I think US gun laws are crazy, so I really can't take that line without being hypocritical. And stereotypical. But whatever.)

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