You Say Goodbye I Say Hello

Once back in Vienna and at the Wombat, we went straight to Mozart to get another wonderful serving of schnitzel and french fries, and of course - a radler. After dinner the two of us decided to be completely lame and go to bed in the hopes of waking up early the next morning to see the famous Vienna Boys choir.

We woke up the following morning, quickly got dressed and packed, and headed downstairs to check out. After giving back our keys and everything I look at the clock and realize that it isn't ten minutes to 8, it is actually ten minutes to 7 because the night before we had fallen back, and I had completely forgotten about it. We then come to find out from the front desk that the Vienna Boys choir aren't even singing that morning, they are on holiday. They then go on to tell us that nothing is really going to be open because it is a holiday weekend and Sunday, because, and I quote "Austria is a Catholic country." Ok, I understand that, but Rome is the home of Catholicism, and things are at least open in the city center on Sundays. The museums were still going to open, so at least we would have something to do!

Jessie and I took our dear sweet time walking down to the Museumquartier stopping along the way for a cup of coffee and a good excuse to get out of the rain. As soon as we got there we ducked into the first museum that we could find, which happened to be a childrens museum that literly had nothing for us big kids to do. So, with our heads hung low, and our umbrellas up, we went to the Leopold museum and spent a good 3 or so hours there. There was some really fabulous art there, including stuff by Gustav Klimt, which is one of Jessie's favorite artists.

After the museum, we headed back to Stephansdom in the hopes of finding some restaurant that was open. Low and behold, the restaurant that we had gone to on Friday was open once again, so back we went. The food was once again fantastic, and this time the two of us even went out on a limb and tried a dish that we didn't know what it was. I can't remember for the life of me what it was called, but it was some sort of meat that was in this broth with potatoes and you put this horseradish-y stuff on it. We topped off our meal with our final dose of strudel. I miss it already...

By this time, Jessie and I were cold and wet, so we headed back to the Wombat to hang out for a bit before we would have to go to the airport. Because Jessie and I are crazy about making sure that we have enough time at the airport, we wound up there far too early. Which wound up being ok, because we had enough time to sit down and have dinner and rest before we had to leave each other and board our respective planes. When I went through security I got a stamp in my passport, which I was SO excited about!

My plane to Dublin was easy as pie. Took off, landed, and everything else that planes are supposed to do without an issue. Once at the airport, I got onto the bus and met Marthe (my friend from G.U.C.I.) in the city center without a problem. We cabbed it back to her place (she lives with her roommate out in Dundrum, which is about 20 minutes from downtown Dublin), and spent some time hanging out and catching up. Her apartment is gorgeous and beautifully furnished. I was blown away by their kitchen. I kept repeating over and over again "I am so jealous of your oven with numbers on it!"

So, around 2:00 I finally crashed on the couch, more than just a little bit happy that I was in Dublin.