Sunday, 15 January 2017

Waltzing around.

Sometimes you're in the dry land when it comes to ideas for blog posts. It happens quite a lot to me, particularly during term time when my life happens largely in the classroom. Looking from drafts does not help, some of those are far too old and irrelevant to even constitute a starting point. So when everything else fails, there is one person who never does: Mr Magic.

So when are you writing about Vienna? he asked one evening. And then another. And another.

He had a good point. It's been good two weeks since we've had our Viennese adventures and I haven't even made a peep about it here. And there is lots to talk about, because we had the most amazing time.

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My visits to Vienna were so far restricted to West Bahnhof, so I was well excited about actually seeing the city properly. I must say, Vienna is beautiful. It reminds me of Krakow, though obviously Vienna is much bigger. The architecture is wonderful with a plenitude of quirky little places.



Our first breakfast took us to Cafe Havelka. Quite an interesting place. Dim light inside, no menu and a tall waiter in a bow tie. We had best scrambled eggs ever and a chance of observing the locals. 

The next stop was Schloss Schonbrunn. The queue for admittance was as long as the one for the Louvre, absolute masses of people with probably two or three hours of waiting time. Since rococo interiors were not of particular interest to either of us, we decided to skip this part of the programme, I managed to grab a nutella crepe (yolo) and we made our way to the top of the hill in the palace park, with an absolutely wonderful view.





I love travelling with Mr Magic, because there's never any pressure to get somewhere and tick the boxes next to all of the main attractions in the travel guide. We always have time to stroll around, to sit in nice places, to talk and to enjoy the moment. We even have time for my headaches and resulting afternoon naps. And a trip to a department store to get me a box of Skip-Bo which I was dreaming off for months now (though I don't have anyone to play with at the moment).


A visit to Vienna would not be complete without a visit to Prater. I must stay that the trip around the wheel was a bit of a disappointment. You can't actually see much from up there anyway, and at any rate, we got there late in the afternoon when the dusk was settling in, so there was only city lights visible. However, one of the rides there was an absolute highlight. Have you ever been on a roller coaster where you lie down? It's a really strange experience and I was absolutely petrified, but actually afterwards I regretted that we didn't have time to get on the ride again. It's so much more pleasant to be in a horizontal position, 360 turns do not make you so sick.


To make the evening even better, we went to Wiener Staatsoper to see ballet Raymonda. It was my idea which came out of an urge to avoid tourist traps in the shape of musicians dressed up in period dress and pretending to be Mozarts. I absolutely loved it: we had seats on the balcony, in the middle, just in a perfect position to see the stage clearly. I could also keep an eye on the tambourine guy in the orchestra. The violins were in tune! A major improvement on my last viewing of a ballet. I was so very pleased with the evening.

This is an exclusive picture featuring Mr Magic actually being awake at the opera. I gave up on him in Act 2.

To make the evening even better (can you imagine?), we've finally made it to the Schmarrn place I had my eye on since the day before. Schmarren are sort of pancakes, although I would rather compare it to a sweet breakfast omelette. Once the pancake has been cooked, it is cut into pieces and served in this way, traditionally with stewed plums. This morning I've attempted to make schmarren at home, the result was not a kitchen disaster (though I've almost managed to burn the thing), it had a distinctly eggy taste, so I need to revise the recipe somehow.

And now we get to the waltzing bit. And, gosh, we got to waltz. Maybe not properly, with a stable frame etc, but it was so much fun. On New Year's Eve the city turns into a party place and one of the stops was dedicated to proper dancing. There was waltz, cha-cha and rumba. The atmosphere was amazing: everything was really orderly, everybody behaved well, you couldn't see disgustingly drunk people around. Really nice, the sort of event I like (to the extent that I can stand mass parties). At midnight, there was more waltzing since the fireworks were accompanied by The Blue Danube Waltz by Johann Strauss II. I absolutely love it, it's so calming. Interestingly Strauss' waltzes were considered kitsch when they were written and only later did they start to become appreciated (so maybe there is hope for a large proportion of pop music of today). Anyway, starting the year with waltzing was amazing.


Being in Austria and not eating an apple strudel is like being in Rome and not seeing the Pope (which we've actually failed to do last spring😛). Finally on New Year's Eve we've made it to Cafe Landtmann, which turned out to be the best place for apple strudel (though the waiting time was at least half an hour) and a rather fancy location as well.

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So, that was Vienna. I definitely want to go back. I've applied for tickets for the New Year's concert. 185538 applications they had so far for next year: the odds of getting the tickets are not great, but one can hope anyway. 

Recommendations for your trip to Vienna? Just go with the flow. Vienna is beautiful and simply by strolling around you can see many beautiful places. Take time to explore little cafes and eat delicious food. Embrace the city rather than tick the positions in the tourist guide. And if you get a chance, listen to some proper music.

Friday, 6 January 2017

Looking forward.

Initially this post was supposed to be looking back at 2016, but then I thought: you know, I need to look into the future, looking back only makes you trip over on the way. The only option is to keep looking forward.

So... this year I'm looking forward to having a better work-life balance: with time for myself, enough sleep and socialising. I can't wait to see Mr Magic (though I'm not so thrilled by the prospect of my first long-haul flight). I'm looking forward to summer months at the seaside. And to all the delicious food that I'll cook this year. I'm looking forward to becoming a better teacher and seeing the results of my hard work. I'm looking forward to all the spa days and me times, especially playing the piano and having a long relaxing bath soak. 

I can't wait for all the adventures that are ahead of me: and there will be plenty. I know it will be a good year, another 365 chances to be happy. So many opportunities to bring something good to the world. And to love.

I'm looking forward to this year as much as I am looking forward to every day because it's a wonderful to be alive! The best gift one can hope for for the New Year.

New Year is also a great opportunity to try new rides. Any time is good for that, really. I just enjoy it. A ferries wheel is also a great metaphor for the cycle of life: if you need an extra layer of meaning for this picture.

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Out of place?

My mum once asked me whether I felt out of place in Poland. And, increasingly, I feel like I do.

There are certain things I've got so used to having within my reach and it's difficult when these are taken away from me, even for two weeks. In Poland there are plenty of things that I cannot so easily get, whereas I can find them everywhere in the UK.

Like caffeine-free tea and coffee. It's just not a thing here. Natural and organic cosmetics cannot be so easily found there either. Hummus! Reasonably priced hummus. And all other strange things I consume in insane qualities. Saying good morning to strangers on the street. Being exceptionally kind.

But it's not only groceries and social norms, it's also the language. I think in English, write in English, even pray in English (though this is slightly more complicated, I swiftly move between the two languages in my prayer). Controversially,  when I want to speak from the heart, I will default to English. And it's the culture. I got used to orderly queues, overt politeness, compulsive apologising and weather conversations.

England became home. Though not quite. It's complicated. I wish I had a place where I could say that I truly belong. England is fantastic, but it's more like a foster home. Poland became alien and incomprehensible. And so I feel out of place in Poland, and sometimes also here. It's a strange feeling.

I might actually have started idealising England. I might have. But I've spent my entire adult life there so far. My hopes and dreams originated and were fulfilled here. Here I was loved. Here I'm constantly getting happier.

It's my place, and everywhere else I feel out of place.

Sunday, 25 December 2016

This special time of the year.

This Christmas I wish us all to be able to slow down. To be in the moment and really appreciate the beauty of each day given to us.

May we judge less and love more. May we be less concerned with what others think and more mindful of what we really want. May be know what is  truly important, and let go of the unimportant. May we always have a smile for a stranger. May we be kinder to each other. May we bring love to places where there is hate, hope to those who despair, and faith to the doubting.

May this Christmas be calm and bright, like in the carol.