All the best from the digital cutting floor.
There exists a book, “111 Places in Vienna That You Shouldn’t Miss.” Recently I happened upon a second-hand copy and thought it might contribute more meaning to my wandering. Of course I do not plan to wander in numerical order. This is #7. “Dissolved Ties”
For the latter half of its 1.000 year existence (with one tiny three-year exception), the Holy Roman Empire was ruled by Habsburg emperors.
In 1806, with Napoleonic France being a pain in the Habsburg backside Emperor Francis II stood on the balcony of this church and dissolved the empire; then proclaimed himself Emperor of Austria.
Who knew olive oil is a “Dangerous Good?”
Here’s the thing. Up until Anna Grace decided she could spare a few days of her autumn break on holiday (heavy IB load), I could never find the love for Athens, and I do not know why. There are other places I feel similarly about, as well, like Lisbon and California and Iceland and the whole of South America. Yet, Athens kept coming up as an autumn city break destination, and so the flights were purchased. By the time I had slogged past all “epic” and “ultimate” trip reports and blogs I came across during travel research to concentrate on the remaining writings by travelers with vocabularies, I was smitten. Funny how these things happen.
Quite likely, though hopefully not, one last colorful hike in the Vienna Woods for the season on Sunday, Clayton Theodore serving as our ever wily guide.
Let the Games Begin!
We flew on Aegean Airlines, Vienna to/from Athens. Our first experience with Aegean was about 18 months ago en route to Cairo, and we fell in love. Legroom! Delicious Food! (No, really!) Gorgeous Greek scenery on the monitors to inspire and entertain us. In fact, we were so inspired that Tony and I booked a short getaway to Corfu a couple of months later, albeit on the horrible and thankfully now-defunct NIKI.
But the romance was short-lived. Rather than the delicious, almost-business class quality food we recalled, the outbound delicacy was a lukewarm Tiropita and a Fitness granola bar. And all we had for entertainment was the map on the monitor, ticking away the kilometers the plane had flown. But we had legroom, the key to travel happiness for my tall family members.
“Pannonia” is the Roman name for the province along the Danube that is Burgenland and the corresponding lands in Hungary, and to where Tony and I pointed the wagon a couple of weeks ago. Our inspiration for the outing came from a newsletter I received from the official Austrian tourism site, though we did tweak it to suit our interests and time.
Bunches of little obligations have recently kept me from doing the activities I prefer to do, though I have still found time to go in search of autumn.