|Cafe Pruckel, Vienna|
Vienna feels so long ago but one experience in particular has really stayed with me and that is the opera we saw at an outdoor film festival that was being projected on a screen set against Rathhausplatz. I have always wanted to see an opera live and next to the shitty Mozart variety show in Prague this is as close to it as I have come. Well, not totally true…I did stumble upon another opera in the rain being projected at Lincoln Center in New York. But this opera was epic and people were out in the rain, bundled up to watch it. What impressed me most was the amount of young people in the crowd. The crowd itself was not overwhelming, but for an opera in the cold, it was awesome. And even though we didn’t understand the language, we understood the emotional storyline of the opera and for me, it was like being back in a black box theatre, with that same feeling of suspended reality, that same feeling of magic.
|Opera at Rauthausplatz|
The other awesome thing that happened in Vienna was a phone call I made to a friend in Brooklyn, a friend that I could talk to about the pink shirts in Prague (refer to previous post in Prague) and finally let it out that I was so disappointed but mostly in myself. As I played the situation out to her, she relayed back that it sounded like I had taken responsibility for the girl who ruined my shirts, and rather than allowing space for her to rise to the occasion and take the right action, I had quickly tried to fix it by saying everything was okay. Here is where I get myself in trouble. Here is where I cover up my feelings only to discover much later how angry I am. Here is where I don’t honor myself. After the call, I emailed the airbnb host and requested compensation for the damaged shirts that made up half of my carefully planned wardrobe for the year. After a few back and forth emails, I stuck to a very clear, unemotional request that ended with me getting one night reimbursed, about half the cost of the shirts, but to me, a fair deal in the end. In truth, it was more important for me to take that action and make that request than the outcome of it.
We left Vienna just as soon as we fell in love with it and took a train ride through sunflower fields and wind turbine crowns to Budapest, Hungary.