take me out
fuck me up
steal my records
screw all my friends
they're all full of shit
with a smile on your face
then do it again
i wish you would
baby i'm back :) i've missed everyone! here's a slow-down low-down: 2nd november-10th november, prague-vienna-budapest-nykoping, 1500 photos (and counting). highlights of trip were too many to mention but mention them i shall anyway:
- staying in wombat's. that is one crazy hostel but super fun
- dashing for and almost missing our budapest-prague bus (10 secs more and we'd have had it)-- and the very very wonderful man who nonchalantly helped us like it was all par for the course. he saved our asses
- the incredible hungarian opera house. best cultural experience of trip, bar none; prague's musica florea concert and Salome in the Viennese Staatsoper did not even come close to Budapest's The Brothers Karamazov. Incredible baroque interior, flawless technique, amazing staging.
- being stranded out in the boondocks of Vienna's train stations because of a scheduling error (this happens when you don't read German and just order your train tickets and ASSUME), asking and being helped by station personnel, walking and getting lost at midnight on rainy Viennese streets and being picked up and fetched to the doorstep of a B&B by an incredibly kind man. 20 euros for an extra night's lodging was cheap for that experience, and for the fact that we all sat down and talked things out so the rest of the trip was less weird
- meeting all sorts of wonderful people-- from the toilet and lift attendants in the Staatsoper to Haruko in Cafe Demel to Kate in Wombat's to Nana in Central Backpack King to funny-as-hell Sandemans tour guide Huw to very very very dreamy G, who offered Ann and me full body massages within 15 minutes of talking to us. What can I say, I think he was drunk. Either that or the drugs were still in his system (the poor guy got drugged and robbed in Prague about two days before he went to Budapest). but he was very very very VERY nice and funny and personable, and he gave me a glue stick so i can stick postcards and stuff in my travel journal
- I never thought I was an art kind of girl, but I went into the Leopold Museum in Vienna and didn't extricate myself for three hours. I just wandered from room to room, painting to painting, starving but unable to leave
- St. Istvan's Basilica , Michaelerkirche, Peterkirche, St. Vitus' Cathedral. Mankind has the capacity for so much good, so much beauty
- crying my eyes out in front of the Pinkas Synagogue. Mankind has the ability for so much pain and horror-- so much darkness and destruction and cruelty
- eating an ENTIRE pizza in Nykoping. I kid you not.
okay i can't think anymore. I want to go to Hungary again. Budapest was definitely my favourite part of the trip, and no it wasn't because of dreamy-Australian-boy (give me a little more credit... okay maybe not that much credit HAHA): the city just grabs you by the heartstrings. Hungary's had so much shit thrown at it that it has no pretensions left, or is unwilling to put them up. Prague was touristy and not that beautiful, Vienna was so cleaned up that at times it felt sterile, but Budapest's grittiness made it real and down-to-earth and stole my breath and heart. And the people were so open and friendly that upon returning to Sweden today the usual Swedish reservation was hard to accept.
i have work tomorrow and a ton of school stuff to catch up on and practice at night damnit. AGHHH that reminds me I went for some modern dance class in Prague (instead of street jazz, because somehow the earlier receptionist had given me the wrong timing/day or something). it was SO BAD. don't want to think about it i'm going offffffff