A crash course in Austrian sandwiches and rolls

As I rode the 10a bus through the outer districts to see “the nephew”, I overheard two British lads, probably in their early 20s, talking about football and garage sandwiches. The former subject has been pretty wall-to-wall for the last month with the World Cup taking place in Russia, but the latter was a slightly surprising one. One of the two passengers was lamenting his recent purchase from a BP garage, which was very bland and unsatisfying and his companion chipped in with “Austrians just don’t get proper sandwiches”. Continue reading “A crash course in Austrian sandwiches and rolls”

One week until the summer holidays

Being married to a teacher, we have just got to the point of the school year where even the most well prepared, conscientious and experienced teacher have started their own mental countdown until the end of the school year. Some years are harder than others, especially if you have been devoting every last ounce of energy towards getting your form through the Matura and out into the big wide world. My saying “we” was deliberate, because the end of the school year seems to have become a joint planning effort in recent years. Continue reading “One week until the summer holidays”

Tourism with a hermit of the expat scene.

As I remarked yesterday on a tweet after putting my visitors onto the train bound for the airport, it is always good to catch up with old friends. The best thing about such old friendships, where the passing of time does little to dim the memory, tarnish the friendship, or even better allows the friendship to be renewed as though no time had passed is that they also serve as a reminder to think about things have changed.

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May the gardening season begin…

With temperatures now into the 20s and the evenings getting longer, the terrace is rapidly becoming my place to enjoy life in the Cottageviertel. While I can’t call my terrace a garden, although it is home to a variety of plants – some gifted, some bought (a couple from the Botanischer Garten’s Raritätenbörse), and some even grown from cuttings from friends. The buzz of the Lambretta scooters zipping up and down the road after hibernation has returned, and the plants that had been brought into the landing during the winter are now back outside, now that any fear of a later frost or snow has subsided. Continue reading “May the gardening season begin…”