Originally posted: February 20th 2014
I’m an experienced traveller. ...If riding around the US as a child in the back of your parents car stuck between two older brothers counts. But I’ve officially landed in Vienna. Scratch that. I thought I was landing in Vienna. Turns out the Vienna Airport is not in the city of Vienna, unless I vastly overestimated what Europe calls cities, and Vienna is actually that cluster of gazebos I’m looking at over yonder on the hillock. Anyways, I’ve officially made it outside the western hemisphere, and I’m really looking forward to the next time someone asks me “Have you ever been out of the US?” because now I can just say “YES” instead of the normal “Does Canada count?” I gotta say, there’s not much different about this place than America so far. Being in a foreign country, the top three most noticeable changes for me so far are
1) The toilet’s flush buttons are way cooler here (It was literally bigger than my hand, and when I pressed it, I felt like the man. This blog is a judgement free zone btw)
2) I don’t understand the noises everyone’s making with their mouths
3) I’ve got mad cash on me… and it’s all USD. I can’t buy shit
Since my cash is useless and I can’t find an exchange office/machine, I’m thirsty, and am subsisting off in-flight 3 oz glasses of water and OJ. Sorry I know I’m all over the place. Bro, do you even blog? Not really that’s why I’m all over the place, but I want to give a shout out to Yulia Fiala and Carla Freund because
I’m in Austria #FACTDROP
ps it’s a lot flatter than I thought. Where tf are all the mountains? Oh my goodness I just saw some car with flashing lights drift around a turn between runways while planes were flying in and out this country must be crazy. Except not the airport. I finally found an outlet that my crazy euro adapter plug would work in, so I’m not moving for a while. You two should come with me next time.
Thanks to Carla, I had a gorgeous Austrian date set up but that fell through because I don’t want to leave the airport and miss my flight that’s in two hours. Woe is me. Carla tell Laura we’ll make it happen next time.
Also, shout out to my Dad for driving me to JFK from Philly and back in crazy traffic on his birthday. What a guy! Lastly, shout out to Apoorva for being the impetus (10 Euro says I just used that word incorrectly) for my trip abroad. I can’t wait to see you and all that jazz, and you should know that in preparation for my arrival, I watched “Bhaag Milkha Bhaag” on the flight over here. It was boss. Bollywood out Hollywoods Hollywood, although parts of the story were a bit outrageous. Anyways, I’ll stop typing because I’m about 96% certain the only person that has read this far without “command + w”ing this tab is my mother, if she’s figured out how to find this on the interwebs yet. Lastly, I’m making jet-lag my b. I think it’s Thursday in whatever time zone I’m in. And my computer and phones say different times, so that doesn’t help. Whenever now is, I’m killin it and loving life. Ask me again in 8 hours.
“Excuse me, am I in the right place?” – Me, like 24 times so far today.
