Fasching Dienstag


I had a completely lovely day yesterday, full of special messages from friends and family, more than my fair share of good food, and fun. I’ve tried, but I can’t imagine a better birthday while being abroad.

Since today is Fasching Dienstag (Fat Tuesday), I stood in the rain for an hour and a half while people dressed like this

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Oh, wait, that’s me. I didn’t dress up. No, most people actually looked like this

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and this

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and paraded past us. We also got free krapfen! Twice, actually, since after a while, the chill started to seep into our bones, so we left the crowds and ventured to the best coffee shop in town, Tribeka, for some wifi and a warmup. We happened to run into the parade route again just at the moment they were giving out krapfen again. We have great timing.

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I’m not the most party-prone, so after I took pictures of my flatmate in her pantomime costume (complete with white face, suspenders, and gloves), I settled in for a quiet night alone. Well… sort of alone. There’s a bar downstairs, and the walls and floors are quite thin, so I could hear “I’m blue, da-boo-dee-da-boo-da” and excited voices through the floor. However, with the company of some Milke cake roll stuff (some day, I will stop eating carbs en masse… after I try all of the options here. Until then, I’ll just try to make up for it in vegetable consumption and exercise) and a movie. I’m going through movies I haven’t seen from the dorm collection alphabetically, and “Did You Hear About the Morgans?” was next. 

To be honest, I was skeptical because it seemed like a dumb movie when I saw the previews a few years back. And certainly, it was full of stereotypes of New Yorkers and Western people. Basic plot line (without spoilers): A couple who has been separated for months witnesses a murder together and have to go into witness protection together. You can guess the ending, I’m sure.

Typically at movies like this, I snort and roll my eyes at how unrealistic it is.

But this time, I couldn’t. It wasn’t a boy-meets-girl-and-has-a-hard-time-catching-her-attention-but-then-he-says-or-does-something-adorable-after-a-few-mistakes-and-they-hook-up movie. It was the story of two people who had failed each other in their marriage. They’d broken their promises to each other and were messed up. It was the story of reconciliation. They yelled at each other and asked hard questions of each other, and it wasn’t neat and pretty. They had a run-in with a grizzly bear at one point and had to hide in a bull costume later.

It definitely was a Hollywood rendition of forgiveness and love, but there was a deeper, realer element than I’ve seen in a lot of other movies.

And I liked it.

It was a good companion for a non party girl on Fat Tuesday.

Fat Tuesday. Those words make me want to go for a long bike ride tomorrow.

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Sunny 20 carbohydrates.


I turn twenty in six days. It’s probably not that big of a deal, but let me tell you – it feels like a big deal.

I’ll be able to casually include myself in the “twenty-somethings” category.  I won’t be a teenager anymore. I will have a “2” in my age for the third time in my life. I won’t have to say I’m nineteen anymore (duh and hallelujah).

I thought it called for a blog makeover. It was either that or dye my hair, and I didn’t think I could pick a color, so I picked a new WordPress template.

Welcome to my journey in Austria, now officially labelled on here. It’s like we have a little side party going on from our normal blog relationship.

Today was another beautiful, sunny day, so I decided to walk to Uni (again… this time to get the ID that I was supposed to get yesterday when the office was closed and the man said “of course” is was too late to get the card) despite my heel blisters. I wasn’t aware that you can get blisters on your heels, like the area almost on the soles of your feet, but apparently, you can.

I got a hundred strange looks from people as I walked, because apparently it’s still winter jacket weather. I was wearing a spring cardigan and maxi skirt, so I suppose I looked crazy, but the sun was shining, and it was well above freezing. I only cared a little bit that they thought I was crazy.

I’m finally an official Uni-Graz student and can get into the library – the most important thing because it’s beautiful. I’ll post a picture sometime.

Rebekka and I went to a vegetarian restaurant for lunch since she couldn’t work on her thesis anymore, and I don’t have anything to work on. Who knew you could get so full on veggies? It was a buffet line of all good things, and I didn’t realize you had to pay by weight, so I just got a little bit of everything. I’m not even sure what all I ate, but most of it was very good, including the banana chocolate rum cake. We had to sit for a little bit before we could walk anywhere.

I won’t tell you how many bread-y items I bought at the store after that. I’ve decided that at least for the first few weeks or until I’ve tried everything, counting carbs is not important. I’ll just try to balance it out with fruit and yogurt and other good things. I feel like that way I can still grab life by the loaf and not miss out on anything.

And, of course, I’ll keep walking the carbs off. I’ve decided that I want to attempt biking, as well. I want to see if I can navigate the streets with cars and trams… I may die, but at least we’ll know that it was in a valiant effort to get to class on time without paying exorbitant tram fares.

In other news, I booked a flight to Paris in April to see my longtime friend who is teaching at a university in Rennes. It’s thrilling just to type that, much more to go, I’m sure. It seems far away, but I’m sure before I know it I’ll be home again. Sometimes life just is exciting, isn’t it?