A palate cleanser between Chopstick Diaries installments. This last week was the spring holiday for AIS but for obvious reasons (see Singapore, Seoul, Japan; and two more planned trips within the next month) we stay-cated, though we did not deprive ourselves of day outings.
It is well known; at least well known amongst our friends, that Tony and I neither ski nor waltz, two requirements of Austrian living for which our delinquency should have resulted in our residency cards long being confiscated. But we have become quite fond of weekend wandering, another important pillar of life in an alpine country and perhaps our saving grace.
Because it is February, after all.
An alcoholic drink before midday, typically Sunday, at a heuriger, in the company of friends.
Rarely is it our preference to remain entirely in Vienna on the weekends; this weekend, though, Tony was on call at the Emergency Response Center, meaning that we could travel no further than an hour from the U.N. Saturday’s weather looked the most promising of the two days, and so a close-in hike was the vote.
This weekend finds us staying local, but not for lack of trying to find us somewhere else. (Weather, she is a cruel mistress.) We made the best of our First World Problem with a short and lovely outing on Saturday to the Hapsburg’s back up summer residence, Schloss Laxenburg.
The heat is on. Temperatures in the World’s Most Livable City have topped 30℃ for more than 10 days, and we willingly turned over the Inner Stadt to the capable hands of the tourists this weekend. Just a mere hour’s drive into the cooler climes of Niederösterreich is Schneeberg, the easternmost Alp at an elevation of 2.000 meters or more. 2.076 meters to be exact.
The temperature at noon atop our “local mountains” peaked at 18℃.Aaaaahhhhh.