I came back to give this blog some much-needed lovin’ by way of procrastination, and found this little gem tucked away into my drafts folder. I left Austria under strange and slightly dramatic circumstances and subsequently forgot to post this. It’s a little emotional and more than a little evasive – but I like things to be neat and tidy, so here is my final Austria post (over 6 months after I actually returned from Austria).
It’s been about three weeks since I wrote a blog post about Austria. The happenings of those three weeks can be summed up in a few brief sentences: I went for lunch with one of the Spanish teachers and Marina. The school put on a play called ‘Schwein Gehabt’ and the students baked pastries in the shape of pigs to celebrate. One of the students I’ve been doing extra lessons with won a national English competition because he’s better at English than I am. Willig finally showed me his pigeons. Eva constantly brings me food and often invites me down for lunch, where I nearly always end up getting a little bit tipsy in the middle of the day because Willig is a terrible influence.
SPOILER ALERT: Nothing interesting is happening.
The final week in Linz was a hectic one, featuring non-alcoholic beer, a minor concussion, drunk teenagers with axes and dirndls and lederhosen as far as the eye can see. A fitting way for Emma and Bryony to end their time in Linz.
I’ve been to enough gyms to be used to the nakedness one often encounters in changing rooms. I have also been to enough gyms to know that it is always the old ladies who have their boobs out. I have been living in the Austrian countryside long enough to know that people will say hello to you all the time – on the street, when you enter a shop, when you get on the bus. What I am not used to, however, is walking into the changing rooms at the gym and ten topless pensioners looking up and simultaneously greeting you in Austrian dialect with a unanimous ‘Griaßdi!’.