Daily Archives: July 25, 2018

Euro18: leaving tomorrow

I leave on Thursday.  My flight from Vienna is at 0015 hours USA body time.  This will be a long day, but not the longest I’ve ever had.

My morning included work and tourism, and then a return to the flat to pack.

I said goodbye to Rienoβlsgasse 3 at about 3 p.m., and took a taxi to the Hilton, where I will spend my last night.  And then I checked my large bag — 21 kilos on the nose, so I had about 2.2 pounds to spare!

Thursday, well before dawn, I’ll walk across the street to the CAT and take the 5.37 a.m. train to the airport.  Copenhagen >> Newark >> Saint Louis is the itinerary, with STL expected around 4.30 p.m.

Lord, in your mercy, may the flights be on time!

My last look at the flat:

A selfie before departing (with three-day growth of beard):

And one last bag of paprika chips:

Euro18: the last Tuesday

Tuesday, July 24.

I arrived in Europe three weeks ago this morning.  And just a few minutes ago, I checked in for my return to USA on Thursday.

At coffee with J.P. this morning, we were talking about that inevitable sense we get when traveling on longer journeys — no matter the length of the trip, at some point two or three days prior to the end of the journey, the mind turns homeward and we are just ready to do.

So it is today.

I am also keenly aware that the only in-person non-work and non-transactional interchanges I’ve had with people in three weeks have been with J.P. and Sylvie.  This lack of communication, and the long stretches of silence, have worn on me a bit, as I now understand.

So I’m down to the last 36 hours, and making the most of it!

The Snow Globe Museum is a cute but brief little visit.  I added it to my itinerary after reading one of my guidebooks. Apparently snowglobes were invented here in Vienna, and the company is now under its fourth generation of family leadership. The museum shows old tools and equipment, and samples of some special snowglobes that were one-offs or limited runs.

Also Tuesday, the Schubert birth house, and the church where he wrote his first masses.

Schubert was one of more than a dozen children.  He was a prodigy indeed.  The house where he wrote “Erlkönig” was at some point recently a porn shop, but is no longer!

The church where it happened. Schubert composed his first three masses here, including the famous Deutsche Messe in G Dur.

Also from Tuesday:

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Johannes Honigschnabl. More on him in a later post.