(....nope)
after class, we gathered at the train station to go to salzburg. some people hadn't packed at all for some reason, which i didn't really understand, but everyone made it on the train this time. yay!
we arrived in salzburg some hours later and followed frau lonnes around in our little flock onto a bus, onto an elevator, then hiking a bit to our mountaintop hostel. the view was great. this hostel experience was much…smaller than my first one in tulln. our 6 person room was just three bunk beds crammed as closely as they could be crammed. we didn't spend much time there though, and immediately headed down the many many stairs to the city. i left my camera, which was a good idea.
a big group of us walked around for a while looking for somewhere to eat. salzburg is not my favorite european city, but i didn't expect it to be. jessica and i stopped to stare at some really awesome prints and paintings in a gallery window. we realized that the door was actually open, so we went in and met the artist, peter gerl (???). i gave up speaking in german quickly for the sake of better communication. i told him that his work, especially the figures and the architectural drawings reminded me of schiele's and we talked about his lines being great. he showed us his studio space (which was very, very clean) and asked me to draw in his sketchbook (i drew a building running with human legs) and we bought some postcards. he was a really nice guy, i wish we could have had more of a common language because i bet the conversation would have been more interesting. he encouraged me to email him, which i did but to no reply (yet!). that was a magical happening.
jessica and i caught up to the others in a typical austrian-food restaurant. i ordered some pasta with a salad because i was craving green things. the group split up a little here, and there was some silliness with certain people still not understanding tip ettiquite. we headed over to an irish pub and met an irish gentleman who promised to serenade us with his song "eggs" which is supposedly a hit single in ireland. however, anne, jessica, justin and i left to explore some more salzburger night life. we went to another irish pub, then a bar that falsely advertised kareoke. this was much louder and clubbier than the other places and we soon realized that it was mostly filled with 18 year olds. one of them approached us and really insisted on dancing with jessica and hung around for a while and ultimately ended up knocking his beer over onto me, breaking the glass, going away, then coming back and telling anne to buy him another beer because someone spilled his. apparently he also threw the broken glass parts into the wall for no reason. i didn't like him. his friend serenaded justin "country roads" in the bathroom, though. he was a mess.
we got a little lost on the way to our hostel. at one point we could see it wayyyy off in the distance on the mountain, which was hilarious and discouraging. luckily salzburg is not that big. when we finally got to the mountain stairs, we had to walk right next to a man sleeping in a cave adjacent to the stair path. he woke up when we walked by and started groaning stuff at us which made me almost poop myself. so scary.
not long after we finally got to the hostel, a rather upset spencer called me. everyone knows this story by now, but basically marielle had pre-birthday partied too much and was sick, and some austrian people insisted on calling an ambulace for her. luckily the paramedics just told her to go home, which they did, and everyone went to bed.
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