Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Ahoj and Hallo

My most humble and sincere apologies for the inconsiderate neglecting of my blog that has taken place while I have been basking* in the European sunshine.

In the time since my last post, I have nearly quadrupled the number of countries--not to mention culture and history--to which I have been exposed (oh dear, I think my English is going down the drain--being '"exposed" to a country'...is that even possible?). My European tally is now (in order of visitation): France, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Austria, Germany, Switzerland. I've got lots of pictures to show and stories to tell, but for now, here are a few tantalizing tidbits to tide you over until I find time to record in detail the full awesomeness of said happenings:

Instead of buying souvenirs in all the countries I've been visiting, I've been going all out with the food. I have now had everything from goulash to fried cheese to wiener schnitzel, and even tried a "Nurnberger" last night in Nurnberg (i.e. Bratwurst inside of a bun, with mustard). In Hungary, my two comrades and I spent over 11,000 florints one night at dinner. And about three-quarters of that was mine. Oops. In Vienna last weekend, I spent a good 30 euros on lunch at a CAFE. Yes, a cafe. But it was worth it, because I tried Viennese sausage (served with pickles and tomatoes), Viennese chicken, and the infamous sachertorte (chocolate cake, the same cake once reserved for the emperor himself). The location of said cafe could not have been better: across the street form University of Vienna, kiddy-korner from Parliament, next to the Burgtheater (pictured below), and on the same block as Hofsburg Palace and Volksgarten.

Speaking of food, yesterday in Zurich (Switzerland), I tried cheese fondue. What is cheese fondue, you ask? The most delicious stuff ever, I reply. We ordered four huge pots of it, and ginormous bowls of small pieces of bread (dashing around Zurich all day has a way of making one hungry). But a TRAGEDY occurred: we forgot to tell our waiter to make our fondue alcohol-free. So by the time we realized our mistake, all but one of our fondue pots had already arrived, and three of the four of us (thankfully, myself not included) had already begun to eat it. So in the end, we paid 80 francs (the equivalent of about 80 dollars) for the one super-delicious pot of fondue that we saved from being filled with alcohol, and which we devoured more quickly than the current world-record time for the mile (which as far as I can tell is 3:43, by the way).

More to come.

Dobrou noc.

*Well, more like burning...the color of my skin at the moment would make me blend quite well in a flower shop on Valentine's Day.

1 comment:

LaShel said...

Europe sounds so lovely (and delicious)!

I don't know when you'll be back (and I definitely wouldn't blame you if you decide to stay there in the land of yummy chocolate cake and cheese fondue forever) but I will be taking my second vacay of the summer next week... to Utah. So, if you're back by then, we should play - I would love to hear more about Europe so I can better live vicariously through you :)