It’s essential to be out and about at night in Vienna, to view the splendid architecture in all of its golden-light glory against a midnight velvet sky. Yes, it is that poetic.
I should have gone to my hotel. I was tired. My legs were begging to stop. However, when I visit a place, I visit the hell out of it. My FitBit would agree, as I averaged about 25,000 to 32,000 steps/day as I worked my way through Europe on this holiday. My legs weren’t all that was tired – I had a lot of cognitive dissonance going on. Language differences (from Hong Kong to Helsinki, Vienna to Bratislava, Krakow back to Helsinki to Hong Kong), sorting out how all the transportation worked with tickets and such, finding a bathroom, figuring out how to maximize my time and see all I wanted to see plus hidden gems – my brain was crying. I could feel new connections being made up in there.
It was painful at the time, but wow, I just whipped out this travel like a boss. And to think I wouldn’t drive anywhere without a map just four years ago, in my native country, speaking the language I knew, heading out alone …
I’m reviewing this holiday with an immense sense of accomplishment.
I headed out after dinner near the MuseumsQuartier and wandered a bit around the area, looking at other museums nearby and artsy spaces.
I figured on seeing the Rathaus – the cathedral-like City Hall building and walking around the park there. I wandered back to the Burg Theatre, glimpsing the Hofburg dome and University Main Building, and then followed the roads to the white spikes of the Votive Church (Votivkirche).
Finally, I was officially worn out. Done.
Tomorrow was the Hofburg and Hundertwasser buildings – and I had sort out this tram-travelling business. This required proper sleep.
Sleep, maybe, after some cheese and salami as a midnight snack.