- Small town, but apparently there is a castel every ~200 m in Italy
- I think the benches in front of a fountain are the same ones as those on the Highline in NYC
- Free hostel breakfast with fruit???
- Where the Italian surfers go, I think
- It was 100% not our fault that we missed our bus—the women working at the tourist information point told us the completely wrong stop! (Thanks to second women who corrected this, and then we got a private ride in a van meant to take “trekkers and bikers” up to Lago di Ledro; we had no bikes)
- Italian Lake Tahoe maybe but no motorized boats
- A nice 10 km around despite some smushed peaches
- Left my headphones on a beach 😔
- Bus rides aren’t that bad
- Airbnb host made sure Marvin and I both knew that woman are the most important part of a family; just by looking at me, he could tell I am a “good woman”
- Of course pouring rain after a long determination of whether to get exhausted pizza but pizza was good
- Trying to explain NU sorority life to Germans is hard
- And then some leftover pizza to accompany Airbnb-provided packaged croissants and biscuits (among other things) for breakfast
- Roofs are pretty
- Casa di Giuletta = casa di tourists
- Did everybody hate us when we went for a run through the city center at 11 p.m. on a Friday night or were they just super jealous of our athletic capabilities??
- Bigger city than I thought but still clearly some classic, Italian culture (in addition to Austria-Hungarian, Slovenian, etc.)
- Don’t get tricked into sitting down when you get espresso because you have to pay 50 cents for that
- Great seafood tartines in a restaurant filled with booked and cool lamps and maybe we accidentally transported to Brooklyn
- I made a visit to the out-of-place coop supermarket nestled into a quaint border town to buy olives and wine ~juice boxes
- I also think I wandered down an out of bounds hall in the tiny train station and saw some cool controls
- Literally have no idea what I thought Slovenia was like, but not this (maybe the small villages and cows I saw on the train ride here?)
- So European and center is all pedestrianized and Green Capital of the World 2016, and I dig it all
- Got a city bikeshare account for the week (only here one day) for 1 euro—a year’s subscription would’ve cost 3 euros (@NYCCitibike, watcha doin???)
- Spent about 3 hours in the morning looking for an appropriate restaurant, and finally settled on some yummy, gooey, greasy, Slovenian pastries (and later, tried some exotic meat and seafood for dinner)
- And great cake (tbh, so happy to be far beyond the pathetic German cake game)
- Shout out to our Airbnb host who let us have the room for a whole extra day
Not possible to buy train reservations on trains. Slept for three hours on the floor of the train station in Villach, Austria.
So, it’s really difficult to find time to blog when you go to a flea market Sunday morning then spend the rest of the day in a club (apparently Berlin is too much fun) and then sleep forever and then go on a 4-hour walking tour and then walk about 6 more miles and try to do check numerous Berlin to-do’s off your checklist in one night because you want to spend part of the day in Poland tomorrow….
Today I read a book called European and International Experiences of Strategic Environmental Assessment for 7 more-or-less straight hours. And it was really interesting. And what I learned/what it recapped for me made me feel confident that I have been understanding and processing and making diagrams out of the words I’ve read on the computer screen for the past 8 weeks correctly.
But really, perhaps the greatest indicator of my progress and productivity today is that I only spent around 30 minutes of those more-or-less 7 hours today staring at Google Maps and getting frustrated by Airbnb (planning the upcoming weeks’ travels…).
But then I ruined it all by having flammkuchen for the very first time tonight. I have definitely made some huge mistakes (tofu and salad for dinner) over the past 8 weeks….
(Sadler, B., & Dusík, J., 2016)
Well, it’s my last week in Hamburg, and I only want to cry a lot when I think about that. So obviously, to distract myself from the missing-this-place crying, I am sitting on the floor of my room (glass cleaned up 100%, don’t worry) crying at Orange is the New Black.
But also let’s just take a minute to note that I’m still only on the 8th episode of the new season, which just totals up my television-watching time in Germany to a little under 8 hours. In a little under 8 weeks. Proof I enjoyed it here, I suppose. Or that I just work a lot?…
And P.S. to everybody who keeps telling me to watch and listen to things (@Liza @Austin), that’s really probably not going to happen any time soon.
P.P.S. Also did some things yesterday include bike across a bunch of bridges and flea market and drink coffee on top of an old bunker, but I also had stayed up until the Fischmarkt Sunday morning, so I chose to sleep instead of blog in the evening time….