Vienna: an overview

There are a few things in life that I find necessary for happiness: access to good food, something to pique my curiosity, and people who laugh at my jokes. Fortunately enough for me, Vienna is three for three. It is an extraordinary city--it never takes long to get across town, the architecture is exquisite, and the weather is quite good. I have the liberty of a small kitchen which does its job, despite the electric burners, and complete lack of an oven. The cafes are as numerous as the stars, each with an infinite amount of calories temptingly wrapped up into parcels of pastries, chocolate, and cream. Up the street a ways is a Turkish market which provides me with fresh produce, sold to me by smiling men, fresh dates (the fruit, Dad), and a segue to all the other memories of peddler markets of past. But, what really makes Vienna incredible is the people I've become friends with. To list them by nationality reads like a bad joke or a NATO meeting: 3 Belgians, 4 Frenchies, and the smallest half Taiwanese-American I've ever met.

Together we take full advantage of our embarrassingly easy semester abroad. We have picnics that last until midnight, complete with tea candles and imported fromage. We "suit up" for 5 Euro tickets at the opera or the ballet. We attend outdoor concerts hosted by the city, pass out roses to strangers (http://www.projektxchange.at/), and teach each other the colloquial phrases of our native tongues then translate them to French (Let's bounce = rebondissons). We pass notes in class, go running together, and have movie nights. We have sleepovers, study groups, and swap clothes. We travel together to nearby cities for the long weekends and tease each other when our ethnic stereotypes come true.

A huge decision of whether you like a place is based very little on the landscape and the sights, but more about the experiences you have and the people you meet. I know this blog has been long on the descriptions of places and short on character development. So here is a list of major players (we're already planning a reunion).

Simon: My travelling partner, a Belgian studying agriculture who often relays tidbits of random knowledge. Best adventure together so far was the time we scaled Mount Lovćen in Kotor, Montenegro in the rain. On the way down we broke into an abandoned 14th century chapel (boarded up to keep out the sheep) and had a Brie, baguette, and trail mix picnic while soaking wet.

Tine: The most chill Belgian chick I know. With a voice that holds so much wisdom in its slow tempo, a closet that contains a funky/rocker wardrobe, and entire bag full of games, Tine is awesome.

Valerie: the final Belgian. She and Tine study food science at the same university as Simon. Very welcoming and always twice as prepared as she needs to be, Valerie offers the assertive logic dimension to our group. She never crosses a road, unless the walking sign is on. Most importantly, she is the only one of us that has an oven in Vienna.

Oriol: Only half French. The other half is Catalan--a fact he will point out with a typical Mediterranean temperament and usually accompanied with a hair flip. He loves Barca (Barcelona football team), sleeps most of the day, dances like a fiend, and has the most expressive eyebrows I've ever seen. Fits the classic bachelor behavior.

Louis: A Parisian with a halo of crazy curls, topped with a hat that would better fit a 10 year-old boy. He's a thinker, lover of the arts, an adventurer. We get into philosophical conversations but he never takes himself too seriously.

Clotilde: was the first person I met from the group. For me, she fills my idea of a modern French woman. She keeps a sultry accent, a mastery of English and German, and this Euro-businesswoman self-confidence. To complete the look, she rocks some black leather, ankle-length, heeled boots.

Coline: Mon petit chat (my little cat). A shy French girl. Concerned, warm, and enthusiastic. We share secrets and ride the night bus home together. When something is really funny, this big burst of laughter escapes her, which makes the funny incident, funnier. We'll be friends for a long time.

Sylvia: A perpetually cheerful vegetarian who grew up in Taiwan and moved to the States when she was 14. Sylvia is responsible for procuring a lot of the group's enthusiasm and provides quality entertainment with some stories of home, demonstrations of free-style running, and complete naiveté in the kitchen.

Janneke: My lovely Dutch roommate. Getting her masters degree in Greek and Latin (and Hebrew), she knows about six languages, which still impresses me. We cook together, combine our laundry, and have those sweet bedtime talks about our days.