The Czechs like to do things differently than we do. I can normally adjust to this and am willing to try new things because I am in a foreign country and am trying to become more “cultured,” but this “thing” has got to go. Once a summer the city of Prague turns off its hot water to “clean the water.” Does this mean that all this time I was using dirty water? I choose not to go there. But, nevertheless, starting last Tuesday I had to shower in freezing cold water and it was miserable. I would say the only positive thing that came out of it, other than I apparently have “clean” water now, is that when we went out and asked the waitress for tap water they couldn’t get mad and give it to us warm. Suckers.
With the cold water situation as it was, I was more than thrilled to leave on Thursday morning for Vienna, Austria with Laura and the rest of the Beck clan. Laura’s parents and brother were visiting for a week and generously took me in as a Beck on their family vacation to Vienna (Wien). We stayed in a hotel. A hotel: a trivial thing for most people but when you’ve been in hostels, old dorms, and sleeping on Judo mats for the past 6 weeks, a hotel is literal heaven. I believe I equated the bed to a cloud… no exaggeration. We did venture outside the hotel walls, of course. On Thursday evening we walked around the “ring”, as they call the street and walkway that surrounds the city center, and checked out some of the old buildings and gardens. We ate at an authentic Austrian restaurant for dinner and once we were able to interpret the menu, it was pretty delicious. That night Laura and I met up with the rest of the girls on our trip that were also in Vienna for the weekend. We got off the subway to meet them at Club Couture and quickly noticed we were on Rapenstrassen* Boulevard. After navigating our way off the boulevard we had a really fun night!
That night we decided one Austrian meal was enough, and we went Italian. All over the menu I kept seeing “rocket” and “rocketsalad” so I decided to ask the waitress was a “rocket” was. She looked at me and said in her best German/Italian accent, “you American so you don’t know.” On another occasion, Laura asked what kind of dressings there were for her salad and the waitress said “uhh… Italian.” I think they were making fun of us? I can’t really be sure. That night we met up with the other girls again, but this time the night ended with Laura and I at a bar befriending a group of Germans. One had worked a year in Philly, another wanted to practice his English, and the others were just fascinated by our accents.All in all, I loved being a Beck for the weekend! Vienna was a really cool city to visit, but I was happy to come home… to Prague.
*Rapenstrassen: The street name assigned to any street that appears to be sketchy, somewhat abandoned, and crawling with creepy people and dark alleyways. This street usually screams out “rape.”










