<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:12:28.102-05:00</updated><category term='outings'/><category term='travel'/><category term='pre-trip'/><category term='food'/><category term='Vienna'/><category term='operas'/><category term='classes'/><category term='concerts'/><title type='text'>From Vienna With Love</title><subtitle type='html'>A girl's journal of times and travels in and around Europe's music capital. Place your bets now on how soon I'll be detained at the American Embassy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-432151058434455184</id><published>2009-03-15T16:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:36:37.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, we will never get a break.</title><content type='html'>This I've concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samstag - On this first weekend in Vienna, I decided that I wanted to explore the neighborhood that my dorm is in. It's about fifteen minutes by public transportation from the city center, and it's pretty quiet and mostly residential. I walked up the side of the street that we hadn't taken yet - so far we had only gone right to get to school, so I went left. My walk went to show that you don't need to be in the downtown rush of Vienna to find beautiful architecture and quaint little shops. There was even an Easter market by the train station near us with stands selling linens, flowers, jewelry, and food (roasted chestnuts aren't just a Christmas snack over here). Our plans for the evening were to see "Lucia di Lammermoor" with Anna Netrebko in the title role, but after seeing the line for standing room, we decided to come back another night when we thought our chances would be better at getting tickets. We wound up strolling through the Staatpark (Gorgeous! I'm taking more pictures as it warms up and the plants start coming back.) and getting dinner and drinks at a traditional Austrian fare restaurant. I'm definitely going back for the marzipan mousse and a Bellini that I wanted to have for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonntag - I had a quiet morning and afternoon. I got some much-needed grocery shopping done, picking up yogurt, pasta, fruit, juice, and other necessities from the Merkur. I was introduced to the concept of putting a "down payment" on shopping carts - putting in a euro and getting it back when I turn it in. We saw "Die Land des Lachelns" by Lehar Sunday night. Again, I snagged another 75 euro ticket for only 10 euro, in the first row of the balcony. "Lachelns" was the most visually appealing show I've seen so far here. There were Asian influences everywhere, from the music to the set to the costumes. I'd definitely see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the delay in posting. Between sightseeing and showgoing, and now adding classes, I'm realizing more and more just how much I have on my plate. It seems like every day I stumble upon a neighborhood that I want to explore more - and I've barely started to think about my out-of-town travels! And of course, I know I have to take care of myself. Relaxing and finding down time is understandibly becoming more difficult, but I definitely don't want to burn myself out. I'll put up pictures soon as well as posts about the last couple of days soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well wherever you are. I love you and miss you and wish you all could be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-432151058434455184?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/432151058434455184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-we-will-never-get-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/432151058434455184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/432151058434455184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-we-will-never-get-break.html' title='No, we will never get a break.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-5735879650809255365</id><published>2009-03-14T04:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:15:50.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will we ever get a break?</title><content type='html'>Donnerstag - Orientation day at Webster. Kara and I got up and ready for the day at about 8:30. We met Atoosha, our RA, and the rest of the gang and headed over to campus. We got to meet some of the faculty and staff as well as other students from different parts of the world (Ghana, Albania, Sweden, and the Ukraine just to name a few) that we were going to be studying with. The school provided pastries and coffee for breakfast as we sat through presentations about school policies, services, and icebreakers to get to know one another. We were served lunch at a restaurant right next door compliments of Webster. I was served the Wiener schnitzel, which I wasn't that impressed with. I thought it was basically a fried meat patty, and they served it with fries. I enjoyed the company more than the food, especially Althea and Anna. Althea is going to be our voice coach while we're here and I hadn't had a chance to get to know her until now. Anna was one of the student leaders from the Ukraine with an international business major. She was really sweet and funny and I hope I see her around.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we split into groups and some of the student leaders gave us tours of the surrounding area. They showed us where to buy snacks, where the post office was, and walked us through this park that sits between the Webster building and the Neue Donau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349157877/" title="IMGP0207 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3349157877_c27b32df9e.jpg" alt="IMGP0207" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349159481/" title="IMGP0208 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3349159481_f1ac76eb03.jpg" alt="IMGP0208" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349160897/" title="IMGP0209 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3349160897_0d804cde78.jpg" alt="IMGP0209" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349162685/" title="IMGP0210 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3349162685_f8a939f528.jpg" alt="IMGP0210" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take more pictures of the campus soon. If you'll take a look at the skies in the pictures, you'll see that they're blue and looking pleasant. It was sleeting earlier that morning and it rained later that day. I'm tempted to say that the weather in Vienna is just as crazy (if not crazier) than the weather in St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After orientation wrapped up, the kids in the apartments invited everyone over for dinner. We picked up some foodstuffs for the evening at a grocery store and took the U-bahn and S-bahn over to their apartment. They're in a much more urban environment than we are in the dorms, which I was a bit envious of. Their apartment building had gorgeous tile floors and cast-iron railings. Very European, if you ask me. Dinner was zucchinis, onions, and lentils served over rice. A bit spicy and very delicious. It was served along with bread and cheese and wine. We ate, drank, and were merry until it was time for us to return to the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freitag - We got up early to register with the Austrian police, which was required by law for us to do. Atoosha rounded us up and took us all to a big government building where we filled out our paperwork and waited in a room that reminded me of the DMV while they filed everything. Once our business was finish, it was time for play. Webster organized for us to go on a bus tour of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ringstrasse&lt;/span&gt;, which is the heart of downtown Vienna. We started at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staatsoper&lt;/span&gt; before seeing some of the city's most famous sights: the Hofsburg Palace, the Museums Quartier, the National Library, the Austrian Parliament building, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Volksgarten&lt;/span&gt;, Vienna's city hall, St. Steven's church, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staatpark&lt;/span&gt;, the National Mint, the Hotel Imperial, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephansdom&lt;/span&gt; just to name some. I didn't get any pictures of the places we saw because I figured I'd snap shots in person instead of from a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352739050/" title="IMGP0218 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3352739050_bd934c2cd1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Alice eating lunch and waiting for the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351915445/" title="IMGP0219 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3351915445_22c092ccc6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352743452/" title="IMGP0220 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3352743452_b4d17a0762.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351919441/" title="IMGP0221 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3351919441_a77feaf614.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351921255/" title="IMGP0222 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3351921255_966fb73fd1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, we went our separate ways to rest and clean up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die Hochzeit des Figaro&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Volksoper&lt;/span&gt;. Six tickets were ordered in advance for 6 euro a piece, but there seven of us were planning to go to the opera that night. I opted to go for a student discount priced ticket that I would buy at the box office. Kara and I picked up kebaps on the way down, a very common street food here in Vienna. They're very similar to gyros, with shredded lamb, lettuce, onions, sauce and spice in a sandwich-like pita/bun. Ridiculously delicious, and ridiculously cheap - a stand outside our dorms sells them for less than 3 euro. We took the tram and the U-bahn to the opera house and I bought my ticket for 10 euro, or $12.50 in US dollars. I don't think I've ever gotten such a good deal in my life, because it was an unsold ticket in the second row. Let me repeat: a second row opera ticket for $12.50. Where are the deals like that in the States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Figaro&lt;/span&gt; blew me away. The sets were amazing and the lighting was superb. The cast was phenomenal, especially the Count and Countess. Figaro and Cherubino were hilarious. The only character I wasn't impressed by was Susanna - she was good, but just good. Once the opera wrapped up, it was time to go home. Since Kara was staying over at the apartments and no one else from the dorm came to see the production, I was heading home alone. It was a quick and safe ride back, with no problems except for a vending machine not giving me my chocolate-hazelnut bar. It got caught between the side of the machine and some flaking plastic on the back side of the flap that I'd reach behind to get my candy. Lamesauce, but by day had been great enough that I wasn't too bummed by it. I'll get my chocolate bar someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's taken me so long to post. Just when I think I've got a day off, something gets thrown in to the schedule and before I know it, I'm out running around all day. I'll add pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-5735879650809255365?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/5735879650809255365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-we-ever-get-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/5735879650809255365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/5735879650809255365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-we-ever-get-break.html' title='Will we ever get a break?'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3349157877_c27b32df9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-8990728768510458920</id><published>2009-03-12T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:22:39.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are up! (Well, some of them)</title><content type='html'>You can bet that these are the first of many, many pictures that I will be posting. I'm hosting them on Flickr and clicking on any of them will take you to my photostream. There are more pictures on my camera of what I did on Wednesday and today and I'll have those up ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another packed day. I'll talk more about it tomorrow because I'm all tuckered out. I hope you all have had a great day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-8990728768510458920?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/8990728768510458920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-are-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/8990728768510458920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/8990728768510458920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-are-up.html' title='Pictures are up! (Well, some of them)'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-6365260707535999194</id><published>2009-03-11T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:52:36.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day. Days. (Part Zwei)</title><content type='html'>Mittwoch (heute) - Kara and I woke up and got ready for the day. I was desperate for a shower, but I had no towel, so I just used a t-shirt to dry myself off. Again with the improvisation, you see. Two doves landed on our windowsill as we were eating breakfast, but I accidentally scared them away when I pointed at them out of glee. Hopefully they'll come back. The night before, Kara had picked up a piece of cheese to eat with our bread. It looked like brie, and had about the same texture as brie, so she figured it must be at least similar to the French classic. We opened it up and phew! It stunk. Like pumpkin. And farts. Pardon our word usage, but the cheese smelled like pumpkin farts. Once we got past the smell and put in on our bread, we decided that the taste made it a winner. We opted to leave our window open for a little bit to air out the room. For the curious, it was Saint Albray cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351880241/" title="IMGP0183 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3351880241_04080cf6e0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk and dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352704242/" title="IMGP0182 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3352704242_01ccf465eb.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed, nightstand, and bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352707628/" title="IMGP0184 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3352707628_7913f0bd86.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me could figure that I'm hot for our curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group and I then set off to figure out our route to school. Let me tell you, I cannot say enough good things about the public transportation here. After buying our passes at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tabak&lt;/span&gt;, we hopped on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strassenbahn&lt;/span&gt;, or the street car for about five minutes. Then we got on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U-bahn&lt;/span&gt;, or the underground metro for another five minutes. Once we got off that, we got on a bus (again, for about five minutes) that took us close to campus. We met up with the three from the apartments at about 1:00. Once we got acquaited with where school was, we took a little walk around the neighborhood to see what was around. Webster's campus is in the 22 district, almost directly on the Donau. It would have been nicer if the weather wasn't so cold and rainy; today was a dreary day for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;After a short walk around, we decided to head back to our residences to prepare for the evening's plans: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falstaff&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wiener Staatsoper&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to the dorms at about 3:00 and rested and changed before leaving at 4:30. We got off the U-bahn at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stevensplatz&lt;/span&gt; - right in the heart of downtown Vienna! That's when I really felt like I was in the city that all the guidebooks had been talking about. No longer were we in a quiet suburb, but surrounded by both stately buildings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephansdom&lt;/span&gt;, and open plazas as well as urban traffic, haute couture shopping, and bright lights. The Opera House was a short walk away and we waited in line to get discounted standing-room only tickets for four euro, or about five dollars. After we staked our claim, Maddy, Sam, and I went to find some dinner. We stopped at a food stand and I ordered a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bratwurst&lt;/span&gt;, which filled me up and hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352713046/" title="IMGP0188 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3352713046_f595ea1269.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351883073/" title="IMGP0185 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3351883073_6c646787b3.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staatsoper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352710450/" title="IMGP0186 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3352710450_8c81217054.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352711618/" title="IMGP0187 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3352711618_2b0cfac81d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Staatsoper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351866371/" title="IMGP0198 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3437/3351866371_efe5a5a3e8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351862987/" title="IMGP0196 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3351862987_5f1b65250c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351861085/" title="IMGP0195 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3351861085_b22eb0fbcc.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352686084/" title="IMGP0194 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3352686084_e169600a43.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352684182/" title="IMGP0193 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3352684182_e56f898b77.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351855601/" title="IMGP0192 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3351855601_568536f858.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the electronic subtitle screens in front of the seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falstaff&lt;/span&gt; was an excellent production. The staging was fun and the characters even more so. One of the great features of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staatsoper&lt;/span&gt; is that it had little electronic translation screens for us to follow right in front of us. After all the frazzling travel and short nerves, we needed a comedy to brighten our spirits. That, or a drink - which was soon to follow. Picture your typical Viennese pub with beers on tap, a big cuckoo clock on the wall, and gentlemen sitting everywhere smoking a pipe over conversation or a newspaper. That's exactly where we wound up. Of course, a crown of eight college kids stuck out like a sore thumb in this setting, so our server knew to bring us English menus. I didn't need a menu to figure out what I wanted - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eine Bier, bitte&lt;/span&gt;! Maddy and I also split a coffee sundae of sorts (I swear, that must be the only thing keeping me going at this hour.) We ate and drank our fill and headed bedward at 11:30. By midnight, we had arrived back at our dorms, changed into pajamas, and settled down for the night. Then I got started on my blog post after catching up with Neil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352696200/" title="IMGP0200 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3352696200_cc60272949.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drink. I know, I know, I didn't come to Austria to drink a beer that's brewed in my hometown. It was what they had on tap. There will be plenty more beer drinking opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352698028/" title="IMGP0201 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3352698028_08eed30e4f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute cute cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352699498/" title="IMGP0202 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3352699498_1ef72fdf2d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara and the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3351875239/" title="IMGP0203 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3351875239_4b60d9a8dc.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3352702866/" title="IMGP0204 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3352702866_4544fe8512.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was hella funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 2:15 AM and I'm definitely ready for bed. I promise promise promise I'll figure out how to post pictures soon. If I can't do that, I'll at least set up a photo hosting account and put them up there. I can't wait for you all to see my snapshots from the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well and aren't missing us too much. We all miss you too. We have orientation tomorrow morning, which I'm sure I'll need a fresh start for. I miss and love you all. Take care! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gute Nacht&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-6365260707535999194?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/6365260707535999194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day-days-part-zwei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6365260707535999194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6365260707535999194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day-days-part-zwei.html' title='What a day. Days. (Part Zwei)'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3351880241_04080cf6e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-3162414703850678132</id><published>2009-03-11T18:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:38:59.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='operas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What a day. Days. (Part Ein)</title><content type='html'>Alright. I'll do the best blogging I can with it being 1 in the morning here. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349141729/" title="IMGP0152 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3349141729_5afaab1960.jpg" alt="IMGP0152" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montag - I got to the airport at about 1 in the afternoon. I hung out with Neil until everyone else got there. We woefully parted ways at about 2:30 and before we knew it, we were all on the plane to Chicago by 3:45.  Laugh all you want, but you'd have thought I had never flown before. Everything about the 35 minute flight was new and exciting and my eyes were glued out the window the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349972870/" title="IMGP0153 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3349972870_935dc9f575.jpg" alt="IMGP0153" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view of the runway. So exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349146707/" title="IMGP0155 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3349146707_cc52b29a07.jpg" alt="IMGP0155" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain of Rocks Bridge and the intake towers in North City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349148197/" title="IMGP0156 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3349148197_2067b9ff11.jpg" alt="IMGP0156" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomgclouds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349979122/" title="IMGP0157 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3349979122_746f34596d.jpg" alt="IMGP0157" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suburb near Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349151509/" title="IMGP0158 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3349151509_78b25efef9.jpg" alt="IMGP0158" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More near Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Chicago-O'Hare early, so we sat on in the plane for another 30 minutes after we had landed. Finding our gate was easy enough, and we all found a late lunch in the airport food court. Last meal in the U. S. = spaghetti and meatballs and an apple. We boarded the airplane for Frankfurt around 7:10 and were off by about 7:45. I was hoping for a window seat, but having an aisle seat wasn't too bad. They served pretzels for a snack which I had with orange juice. Dinner was served soon after; I had chicken curry and rice, a side salad, and a Love and Quiches (how cute is that?) oatmeal chewie. It was a bit hard to get comfortable, so I didn't sleep much between reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin the Warrior&lt;/span&gt; of the Redwall Series. Our flight from Chicago to Frankfurt was 8 and a half hours. It was nice having the screen in front of us that mapped out where we were, how fast we were going, the outside temperature, miles traveled, time until destination, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349983826/" title="IMGP0160 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3437/3349983826_eb7013558a.jpg" alt="IMGP0160" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Maddy in Chicago-O'Hare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349969516/" title="IMGP0164 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3349969516_b361e3d719.jpg" alt="IMGP0164" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349967974/" title="IMGP0163 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3349967974_9656b0cb19.jpg" alt="IMGP0163" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349938622/" title="IMGP0165 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3349938622_535584a60b.jpg" alt="IMGP0165" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my aisle seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dienstag - We had arrived in Frankfurt by 10:30. As we were landing, I turned to Kara, who was sitting next to me and said the first thing on my mind, "Dude, we're in Germany!" My wonderment at finally being in Europe was in full swing. Frankfurt airport = ginormous. It honestly took us about 40 minutes to walk through the terminal to get from our arrival gate to our departure gate, not counting going through customs. Getting my passport and luggage check went quickly enough though. We boarded the plane to Vienna a bit late, at about 12:45. The flight from Frankfurt was another quickie, only about an hour. I was very proud of myself for ordering my complementary drink in German. ("Ich mochte ein Kaffee, bitte. Haben sie Milsch? Mit Milsch, bitte.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349940744/" title="IMGP0166 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3349940744_a9a225661b.jpg" alt="IMGP0166" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to the Batcave? No, it's just the Frankfurt airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349114085/" title="IMGP0167 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3349114085_52674a4408.jpg" alt="IMGP0167" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joop! It's a cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349945700/" title="IMGP0168 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3349945700_72cd5f545c.jpg" alt="IMGP0168" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dispenser in the bathroom of toothbrush heads you swished around in your mouth to brush your teeth hands-free. Those techie Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349947596/" title="IMGP0169 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3349947596_2cddd24fc6.jpg" alt="IMGP0169" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIABEETUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349120837/" title="IMGP0170 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3349120837_288b1cae12.jpg" alt="IMGP0170" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to board our plane to Vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349952230/" title="IMGP0171 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3349952230_06df39d16f.jpg" alt="IMGP0171" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane had a stork (maybe?) on it. You're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349953822/" title="IMGP0172 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3349953822_21cdfe33e4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another window seat, sweet deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349126199/" title="IMGP0173 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3349126199_be63b9b5be.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fluffy clouds. I saw a triceratops and a stegosaurus in these clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349957026/" title="IMGP0174 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3349957026_4841f4f648.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spy Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349129553/" title="IMGP0175 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3349129553_82b82435c0.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingin’ it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349131069/" title="IMGP0176 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3349131069_960954e1de.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind turbines in the Austrian countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349961990/" title="IMGP0177 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3349961990_483efda84d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cute little villages were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Vienna soon enough and we all headed to the baggage claim crossing our fingers. Luckily, all eight of us had all of our bags. A van was waiting to take some of us to the dorms and some of us to the apartments Webster had ready for us. Three (Liz, Jason, and Katie) went to the apartments close to the city center, and the other five of us (Sam, Maddy, Derek, Kara, and myself) took off for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donaufeld Studentenheim&lt;/span&gt; dorms in the northern 21st district of Vienna. The ride took about 20 minutes. We passed by some churches and businesses, but mostly residentials areas. I moved into my dorm with Kara and we each took a quick nap as soon as we finished unpacking our luggage. Evening arrived, and we all met up and decided we were hungry, so we braved the uncharted territory of a grocery store about a five minute walk up the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your standard grocery store with a meat, deli, and bakery counter. For those of you in St. Louis, it was about the size of a Straub's - not a sprawling grocery store like Schnuck's or Dieberg's. Everything seemed to be priced reasonably. We decided that we were going to try to make a zucchini-cheese bake that Liz recommended. We also picked up some additional items like break and instant noodles. Some things I noticed:&lt;br /&gt;- I was surprised at how many brands I recognized. For example, my instant noodles are Knorr, which they sell in the States. That was my first sign that things might not be as foreign here as I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;- In a similar vein: As far as I'm concered, Lindt and Milka chocolates are the fancy, high-quality kinds that you need to go to a specialty or import store to find. Here? They sell 'em like they're Hershey's. They're everywhere. I saw stacks and stacks of Lindt chocolate bunnies. I'm very, very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we finished up our grocery shopping and went to get started on our dinner. We must not have checked out our kitchen very closely, because only when we got back did we realize that we didn't have an oven to make our zucchini-cheese bake. First rule of traveling as far as I'm concerned: when things don't go as planned, improvise. And improvise we did. We wound up sauteeing the zucchini and adding our egg-cottage cheese mixture to it once it was tender. We didn't know we bought garlic cottage cheese until we opened it up, but we were a-ok with it. We added bread crumbs to thicken it up, and before we knew it, we had our own signature zucchini-cheese porridge. It turned out very well, we all agreed. The only setback we ran into was Derek getting electrocuted? We can't even explain what happened. All we know is he had his hand on the metal counter, felt a jolt go though his arms, and then one half of the kitchen electricity went out. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349134285/" title="IMGP0178 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3349134285_d98cef89ef.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349135483/" title="IMGP0179 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3349135483_c4434f4373.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349104555/" title="IMGP0180 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3349104555_2017f5ce15.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3349433323/" title="IMGP0181 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3349433323_c16f225f75.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned up our dinner mess and called it a night soon after. By 8:00, we were all pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-3162414703850678132?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/3162414703850678132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/3162414703850678132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/3162414703850678132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day-days.html' title='What a day. Days. (Part Ein)'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3349141729_5afaab1960_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-1082562708098870382</id><published>2009-03-11T05:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:19:16.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!!</title><content type='html'>We are all safe and sound in Vienna. It's 11:17 in the morning and Kara and I are refreshed, Internet-ed, and ready to round up the others in the dorm to test the route to campus. I will post more on our voyage and getting settled when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! Tschuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-1082562708098870382?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/1082562708098870382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-made-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/1082562708098870382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/1082562708098870382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-6196461342814830635</id><published>2009-03-09T10:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:36:19.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-trip'/><title type='text'>Five hours until takeoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After two years in the works, today is finally here. I'll be leaving for the airport in a couple of hours, and my flight to Chicago-O'Hare leaves in just under five hours. I'm counting on finding a currency exchange when I get there. My flight plan is St. Louis-Chicago-O'Hare-Frankfurt-Vienna. I leave this afternoon and I'll arrive in Vienna tomorrow afternoon. I'm really hoping I get a window seat somewhere along the way and that it'll be clear and bright enough for me to see what I'm flying over. Hey, I haven't flown since I was three. I know you're thinking, 'Lucy, you're just on a plane, it's not that exciting, chill out.' This is big to me. Let me get giddy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic last weekend in the States. My boyfriend Neil came home from Truman Saturday evening. We got a pancake snack at Uncle Bill's and then went to Sam's farewell party. Yesterday we got lunch at Thai Pizza Co. (I'm eating the leftovers right now. Yum.) ran around for a bit, and hung out at Dad's while I did my laundry and packed. He won a game of Battleship, but I won at Candy Land. Last night we met up with some other friends for Beau's 21st birthday, which was actually in February, but better to celebrate late than never. We smoked hookah, sipped fruity drinks, ate cake, and Margaret took a shot of whiskey like a champ. I'll have some pictures up of our destroyed cake in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3341804270/" title="IMGP0151 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3341804270_4396b896de.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau and deelishus caeks and frooty drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36169565@N04/3340971141/" title="IMGP0150 by lemonstarburst, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3340971141_9069124926.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plowed through Thomas the Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I need to go finish packing. Double-checking that I have everything important. The next you'll be hearing of me will be from Vienna. I miss you all already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-6196461342814830635?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/6196461342814830635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-hours-until-takeoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6196461342814830635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6196461342814830635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-hours-until-takeoff.html' title='Five hours until takeoff'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3341804270_4396b896de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-6484534204537360097</id><published>2009-03-06T17:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:52:18.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Friday Hey Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>It was a gorgeous morning today, clear and breezy and warm. As the afternoon went on, it got up into the low 80's, which is hot by my standards. Now it's warm and humid and looking like it's going to rain. I hope there won't be many cold snaps while I'm travelling. I'm sick and tired of the weather being cold and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between today and yesterday, I've gone on two lovely dates with two lovely ladies. Krystal and I hit up &lt;a href="http://www.cwecartel.com/"&gt;Coffee Cartel&lt;/a&gt; for frappes and cinnamon ice cream last night. Cate and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.cravethecup.com/"&gt;The Cupcakery&lt;/a&gt; earlier today. I got a vanilla-almond cupcake, definitely one of my favorites. We went for a stroll around the Central West End and popped in at &lt;a href="http://www.bissingers.com/"&gt;Bissinger's&lt;/a&gt; on the way back to the car because Cate had never been before. Let's hear it for chocolate rum truffles. I'm going to miss living so close to that neighborhood. If you ever find yourself down there, be sure to stop in at any one of those places. Other favorites: &lt;a href="http://www.left-bank.com/"&gt;Left Bank Books&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rasoi.com/"&gt;Rasoi&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.saucemagazine.com/koppermans/"&gt;Koppermann's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jury performance went well yesterday, I'm pleased with it. Everyone on the recital performed very well. I got my philosophy paper finished and we had our last class over pizza and some light discussion. I can't wait to take more philosophy classes next year. I'm excited because class schedules for the fall semester are up and I can start planning what I'm going to take. I'll let you all know what'll be on my plate as soon as everything gets settled. I wish we could have taken our theory midterm outside today. That would have been superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to another student gig. I'm going to need to arrive at the recital hall early because I hear that the place is going to be pretty packed for Liz's junior recital. Rightly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days until I leave?!?! I can't tell you how stoked I am. I'm very stoked. Indescribably stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-6484534204537360097?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/6484534204537360097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-hey-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6484534204537360097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/6484534204537360097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-hey-hallelujah.html' title='Friday Hey Hallelujah'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-4534267182447186652</id><published>2009-03-04T21:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:48:39.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-trip'/><title type='text'>Wednesday = Hump Day</title><content type='html'>If you can just get over the hump in the middle of the week that is Wednesday, you know you're almost homefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert on Monday was fantastic. Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a bit embarrassed that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;found out we have a Saxophone Ensemble. Debussy and Handel played by a SATB saxophone chorus is a wonder to be heard. Definitely a thumbs-up.&lt;br /&gt;- Percussion Ensemble was fantastic, especially their settings  of "Sitno Paidusko Horo", a traditional Bulgarian folk song (played on a xylophone, two marimbas, and an assortment of bells and rattles), and an original composition that sounded like it came straight from the jungles of Africa (two drum sets, bongos, and some foreign drums).  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- A delightful song cycle by the chorus called "Zoo Illogical", a set of five children's poems (Mongoose, Anteater, Llama, Giraffe, and Hippo) set to modern, but simple melodies. Made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken care of a lot of business in the last couple of days. Between getting my health insurance, money, and phone situations sorted out, I'm feeling a lot more at ease about the trip. I'm also about two-thirds moved out of my dorm room with couple storage boxes and my clothes left to move back home. Once I do some laundry and sort out exactly what I want to bring, I'll start packing my suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last Lyric Diction class today, at least in St. Louis. This term we tackled Italian and a bit of French diction. I'll be taking German diction in Vienna. Can't say I'll be bummed about missing the French vowel sound quizzes! Since I'm taking half of my Theory IV class here in St. Louis and the other half in Vienna with the help of the Internet and faxing, I had a meeting with the professor about what material we're going to cover oversees and how assignments and exams will be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm performing in the Thursday student recital. I'm singing "The Crucifixion" from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hermit Songs&lt;/span&gt; by Samuel Barber and the Vilja-lied from Franz Lehar's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die Lustigue Witwe&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Merry Widow&lt;/span&gt;). My performance is going to count as my jury, or my vocal final exam. I think I'm going to be fine, provided I don't mess up a tonguetwister of a phrase in German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that wraps everything up I have to report, and now I'm off to write a final paper for Philosphy. I hope you all had a great Hump Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-4534267182447186652?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/4534267182447186652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/4534267182447186652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/4534267182447186652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-hump-day.html' title='Wednesday = Hump Day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837731292636516003.post-5819381310181353927</id><published>2009-03-02T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:54:46.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-trip'/><title type='text'>This time next week...</title><content type='html'>I will be at the airport, jetting off to Vienna in a couple of hours. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my Eurorail pass in the mail this weekend. Looking through the booklet of train schedules, it finally hit me that I'm actually going to Europe for two months. Seeing how far Vienna is by train from various cities - Prague and Budapest, Salzburg and Venice - made it real for me. There's still so much for me to do, though. No rest for the wicked, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frequent question I'm asked is if I've ever been abroad before. My answer: I've been to Sault Sainte Marie, Canada for two days and I've been to the UN Building in New York City, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically &lt;/span&gt;international ground. Both of those were on choir tours. (Young Catholic Musicians, holla!) Other things you might want to know:&lt;br /&gt;- The longest I've been away from home: two weeks at Bits and Bridles Girl Scout camp.&lt;br /&gt;- The farthest: Orlando, Florida at almost 1,000 miles from St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;- The last time I was on a plane, it was 1992 and I was three years old. (Disneyworld or bust!)&lt;br /&gt;- I've never been on a cross-country train.&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely going to be a trip of firsts and -ests for me, and I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all my preparing for the trip, I also have midterms to take care of this week. Right now, I'm taking Music Theory IV, Lyric Diction, voice lessons, voice Master Class and God: Pros and Cons (a very interesting discussion-based class for my philosophy minor). I also have student recital attendance and Chorale. We just finished recording some of our repertoire (some Brahms, Poulenc, Debussy, etc.) in the Chorale earlier today and I was able to hand in my music when that wrapped up. It feels nice to be able to scratch something off my list of things to do. Now all that's left is a paper, a quiz, a make-up class, a voice jury, and a midterm exam. Oh, and I also need to pack up my entire dorm room and move it back home. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the Webster U Concert Choir's concert tonight. I have a handful of friends in it, so I want to get out and support them, and I also need the attendance point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837731292636516003-5819381310181353927?l=fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/feeds/5819381310181353927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time-next-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/5819381310181353927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837731292636516003/posts/default/5819381310181353927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromwienwithlve.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time-next-week.html' title='This time next week...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690012947728459279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5WLiB8vYF8/Saw8r8VPJRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PnyKY8DOjkw/S220/lucy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
