The hills are alive
Because I work at home most of the time, I forget what going to an office is like. Being in this modern glass box isn’t really much different than being in any modern glass box – there’s computer hardware and wires everywhere, tan cubes full of technology nerds in cool shoes, a messy kitchen… we …
For as long as I’ve been coming to Austria, laundry has been much more than a mundane chore. It’s been an existential crisis. There’s been much anxiety around who does the laundry, when it’s done, and where. It’s a whole thing with cultural identity and family structures, trust me, you don’t want to know. Things …
I am, always have been, a hopelessly early riser. Husband gets up at the crack of to go to work. Earlier this winter, when it was still pitch dark when he crawled out of bed, I went back to sleep, but now that daylight is leaking in, I’m getting up too. My mornings are very …
On Sunday afternoon I was flipping through the newspaper at MIL’s house. I had a nice piece of cake in front of me. A big spoonful of whipped cream was dissolving in to my coffee. I can’t really read the Kronen Zeitung, plus, I’m always put off by the topless girl on page three. “This …
Yesterday we buzzed up to Wels to do a little city shopping. I ordered my new specs and we dropped in to an attractive old apoteke to pick up some more of an excellent homeopathic goop for muscle and joint injuries. We had kaffee and kuchen under crystal chandeliers at the Cafe Hoffman. Then we …
Sometimes, Austria is confusing.