Juggling

Okay, I know I'm not novel anymore now that I'm back in the States, but just in case anyone still reads this baby, I thought I would post my collection of juggling pictures I've accrued over the semester. There are a few more taken by various folks whose pictures haven't seen the light of day (or the world wide web) yet, but this gives you a pretty good idea of the places I've been. Enjoy! (And don't read my blog anymore! I'm done, I promise.)

at orientation in Deutschlandsberg

at the foot of a vineyard at orientation in Deutschlandsberg

In a snowstorm outside of the Hofburg Palace, Vienna (braving pneumonia in a ballgown)

On the way up a bell tower in Bordeaux, France

At the top of the tower

In front of the three fatsos (also known as the three graces) in Bordeaux

At Park Guell in Barcelona

At the port in Barcelona

Climbing a hill in Barcelona

With Emily in Madrid

That's a palace. Madrid

Smack dab in the middle of Boeblingen, Germany

At Boeblingen, Germany's looming "lake"

In front of the "Feuerkirche," Stuttgart, Germany

In front of the Colesseum, Rome

And inside too!

Just a-climbin' St. Peter's, Vatican City

We made it!

Juggling with the gangsters of the Danube Canal, Vienna

Emily, Whitney, and Athena at Vienna Paliament

John Lennon Wall in Prague

Overlooking the Vistula River in Krakow

Dominican church in Krakow

I'm standing in Buda. Pest is on the other side of the river.

Second-to-Last-One

I'm home! I'm home! I'm home! It's beautiful!

But just in case you darling blog readers keep clicking on my blog, I thought I'd give you a quick post-return update, TIME-Magazine-Week-by-the-Numbers-style.  

12 number of girls I lived with

12 gajillion number of shoes of girls I lived with

579% amount my possessions multiplied while I was in Austria, as it seemed during packing

0% amount of clothes that escaped the wrath of our violent washer unscathed, unfaded, or un-dingied

0% amount I want to see the clothes I wore all semester EVER AGAIN

10 number of countries these shoes have been to

17 number of cities they have been to

2 number of stamps my passport got.  Seriously?  

3 TU friends I got to see across the ocean

130 number of days I survived without barbecue, Thai food, or Freckles

14.5 number of jars of Nutella we devoured in one semester to make up for it (9 regular, 5 big, 0.5 little)

6300 number of grams of Nutella that 14.5 jars hold (not kidding)

not telling number of pounds we have gained due to said Nutella consumption, kebaps, beers, bakeries on every corner, Wurstel stands, etc.

1,000,000 number of hours it took me to get home, I am pretty sure

8 number of giant bear hugs I got at the airport from beautiful friends

17 number of people I proooomise I will call next week.  Promise! 

100% amount I am sure I will be back :)

The! Hills! Are! Alive!

Hi my name is Whitney and I think I just might have experienced the highlight of my life.  

It's almost time to say auf wiedersehen to Vienna (AHHHH) so we decided to have one final hurrah by taking a day trip to Salzburg.  Home of the SOUND! OF! MUSIC! TOOOOOOOOOOUR!!!!!!

We took the train to Salzburg and (deciding this was no time to try to not look like tourists) then hopped on a giant bus with Fraulein Maria's singing face on it:

And headed off for the most magical morning of my life.  We saw the Von Trapp villa (wasn't it nice of those geese to float by so picturesquely when we asked them to?):

And the little lane where the Von Trapp children hung singing from the trees:

Frolicked (singing, of course) through the greenest meadows:

And wound up mountain roads through beautiful farmlands and fields with charming spotted cows until we reached the LAKE district:

It. was. amazing.  The tour ended down by the shore of the Mondsee, which was probably just about one of the most peaceful places in the whole wide world.

Then it decided to rain the rest of the day, so for a while we stood under an awning while we ate giant pretzels.  Then we befriended some Europe-trotting retirees from the United States.  (Salzburg is, in fact, a greeeeat place to meet some geriatrics.  They're everywhere.)  And then... then we had to take our very last train ride back to Wien, because we're leaving tomorrow!  

More pictures here :)

I Love Schwester Mary Clarence

You know how I was telling you we have been watching youtube clips of Sister Act obsessively?  Imagine our great excitement when we turned on our TV tonight and the featured evening movie was... you guessed it.  Sister Act-- dubbed in German.  Making it 100 times more amazing, if you can even imagine such a thing.  

You must watch this, at least for just a second.

Hahahahahhahhaa.  I am the happiest girl alive.

In related news, I'm done with my finals!  And I'm going to see the Sound of Music tour on Thursday!  And I will be home on Saturday!  I really am the happiest girl alive!  For reals!  Look at all these exclamation points!  They are gen-u-ine!

!!!!!!!

Itemized List of Study Breaks Taken This Week

In between writing papers and studying, we have:

Watched and sung along to every musical scene 

from Sister Acts I and II

Spent an afternoon in the Wienerwald

Danced, A LOT

Redecorated

Ridden in a giant ferris wheel

Found out Rod Stewart is coming to Tulsa in August

Watched Nikki dance like a leprechaun with a purple beard

Watched the Wien Rapid soccer team SPANK the formerly #1-ranked Salzburg team

Tested our strength

Eaten a copious amount of strawberries

Choreographed a rolly-chair dance

Sasha Fierce Fools The Wieners

As the Week Of Excessive Blog Posts continues (funny how it corresponds with Finals Week, huh), I thought I would share with you this little gem.

Remember how I told you Beyonce was here?  And I was really sad I didn't get to go?  Well, post-concert, I've been assuaging the Beyonce-shaped hole in my heart by ripping out pictures of her concert from the free newspapers from the train station.  That's when I came across this article.  I thought you might enjoy it.

While the real Beyoncé was in Vienna, Austria as part of her Sasha Fierce World Tour, a local radio station accompanied an imposter look-alike around Vienna on Tuesday as an experiment to see how people would act when in the close presence of the superstar.

A prankster from Krona Hit Radio called The Albertina Museum to announce that they would be soon receiving a very famous visitor. Workers at the museum said that half an hour later a limousine drove up, and a woman in wraparound sunglasses emerged surrounded by five beefy bodyguards. Screaming fans were also present.

According to Museum spokesperson Verena Dahlitz, other celebrities like Nicolas Cage and Brad Pitt have visited there, so they weren’t entirely taken by surprise at having a celebrity guest. Dahlitz said she had her doubts that the person who got out of the limo was the real Beyoncé, saying that she was too thin and lacked the real singer’s curvy figure. Also, she never took off her sunglasses, avoided eye contact, and “acted strangely.”

During all the commotion at the museum, the real Beyoncé was spotted elsewhere in town. She was shopping at a nearby H&M clothing store.

A few points here.  

1.  Hahahahhaah.

2.  Beyonce shops at H&M.  I shop at H&M.  We're basically fashion soulmates.  (It's good to see someone else is keeping the sweatshops alive and kickin, too.)

3.  Really?  Really?  I title the following picture: "I Could Have Almost Certainly Done A Better Beyonce Impression."

That's just embarrassing.

Finders Keepers

The past few weeks have been kind of like a big treasure hunt in Vienna. Now that I'm used to the city and I don't have to walk around with my mouth hanging open and my neck craned so I can see all the beautiful buildings and fancy statues, I've been finding all sorts of wonderful little surprises. A few of my favorites:

Enjoying the fact that I no longer have to bundle up like an Eskimo to leave the house, one morning I took a long long walk around my neighborhood.  I found all these cute little storefronts and apartments... here's one of my favorites:

To be completely honest, this next one isn't so much a "find" as a... um, "borrow."  There are all these signs posted around Vienna advertising the Beyonce concert that was last weekend.  (Somehow I couldn't manage to scrounge up the ONE HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN EUROS for a ticket.)  I coveted the lovely fluorescent signs for weeks.  Then, one morning as I walked to school, I saw one flopping around helplessly from the post... so with a surreptitious look around me and a quick yank, I saved it from its misery and stuffed it in my bag.  Now it proudly decorates my wall:

Then, one day on my way to my internship, I took a different tram than usual, and ran across this gem:

Here's my favorite one.  One night we had searched out a new place to dance but had been pretty unsuccessful.  Empty dance floors, bad music, creepy creepers, the works.  So we were on our way to the gelato stand (where else?) to cheer ourselves up when we came across this little guy on the ground!

I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!

Small Victories

Okay, so I don't know how many of you know this about me, but I am terrified of copy shops. T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D. There's something about the fact that you can choose for your picture to be in color or not or six times larger or seventy-one percent smaller or formatted horizontally or printed on vellum that makes me just shake in my shoes the second I darken the doorway of a Kinko's. Plus, everyone is looking at you and you have to act like you know what you're doing, and the worst part is, if you mess up, you still have to pay for it! I simply dread. making. copies.

Anyway, all of this is to say that I have an Art Analysis paper due this week which requires me to supply a color copy of the piece I'm studying. IES does not have a color printer. There is, however, a copy place right around the corner.

Imagine the dread with which I set foot in the doorway! Not only did I have to learn how to figure out how to use one of the massive machines-- with ridiculous paper formats, no less-- I had to do it all in German.

But guess what, guys? I did it! I did it! I made a lovely color copy, swiped my copy card, paid the copy lady, taped my picture onto my paper, and stapled the sucker. And then, elated, I went home and wrote a blog about it. I hope you are all very proud of me and are glad I tell you such exciting stories about life abroad.

(Please expect almost daily blog updates-- with subjects surely as enthralling as this one-- as I hone my procrastination skills. WOOOOO FINALS WEEK!)

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