A few years ago after I returned from France I told myself I would never get on a plane unless I have a good reason to do so. Apparently a Satyricon concert in Vienna was a good enough reason. So off I went with my sister. It was a good chance to visit Vienna as well as it is a city I longed to see for quite a while now.
The flight was ok, we got there fast and easy. The hostel was great (Wombat’s… try it, it’s really nice), the room looked nice and the people at the reception were extremely kind. At the first glimpse the city looked great. The first evening we walked around into the unknown guiding ourselves by the bright Christmas lights. It was also the first time we tried the punch after which we felt very happy. So singing happily we conquered the streets of Vienna.
The second day was the big day for me. I wanted to do as many things as possible just to get faster to the moment I see Satyricon. I know I talked about the concert in my previous post but I can’t help myself. I have to say that “great” is too little to describe it. It was more than that, more than amazing, more than anything. It went beyond my expectations. So of course I got out of the concert hall hopping and jumping up and down with joy, a behavior not very suitable for a metal concert but quite appropriate for what I felt back there.
Third day of our trip was dedicated to visiting Schoenbrunn Palace and some of its surroundings. The palace is wonderful, Dad would have loved to see it(he is a history teacher) also, I do believe he would have told us much more than the guide did. After the palace we went and drank some punch(of course) and went on to the Zoo. And that was a good place to act as childish as possible and to sigh at the sight of all the cute furry animals we saw. The evening ended with a traditional Wiener schnitzel and a warm cup of… punch.
Saturday, the last day of our trip, was a short one, we wondered around on the streets trying to see the city again and to buy presents for the ones at home. And yes, to drink one last cup of punch.
The flight back home was nice and in less than an hour and a half we were back in Bucharest.
So going abroad again made me see a lot of nice places but again it made me see the differences between Romania and other European places. It is sad! Of course being used to France, the first day I had a funny feeling that I had to speak French. Than I started noticing how calm people are there. And how clean the streets are. And that the only people stopping in the middle of the street or talking loudly were Romanian. And that Romanians were the only ones who did not clean their table after breakfast at the hostel. And that we are really behind on so many things, or that we still have to learn a lot about being civilized. Or just about common sense.
But all in all it was a great trip, a breath of fresh air, an over the top concert and a very nice birthday/Christmas present. Now I am waiting for another good reason to get on a plane.