Sometimes you do not write because the words haven’t yet reached the ready stage or they are scattered randomly without making the whole sense. But this time I do not seem to have enough of time to sit and type and when I finally do get to the keyboard, there is always something else that begs to be out, other then the previous intention. I’ve been itching to start my travelogue for a while, yet other things get in the way. Other things, like – Autumn. Wait, I have already said about it. How many more words can be said about something as trivial as a season. Well, as many as one feel stirring inside, I suppose. Yesterday I had a date with the Fall. I woke up and there it was, a sunshine. So bright that to stay indoors would be a crime. So I went to the forest for a couple of hours. The colours haven’t turned completely yet, but there is such a delicious allure to what’s to come soon. A hint of glamour. A tinted tips of the branches, few brave ones of the army of leaves that lead the change. And rustling carpet under your feet. Is there more pleasure in anything other then walking within a cosy whisper echoing your every step. I wish the Fall on this silly Little Island could last for longer. But it is not likely for this place, alas. Perhaps, I have to develop a habit to get away to the places where I can linger in the Autumn slightly longer. What could be better then an adventure enhanced with the beauty of the favourite season.
I think I’d better start telling my tale now.
Austrian Tales.
Don’t know about others, but when I think Vienna, first thing that comes to mind is music. Balls, concerts and opera. Endless rows of composers who happened to be born or live here. There must be something in the air then or how come one country can produce so many talents in this particular art. So when I thought Vienna, I thought Mozart, Beethoven, Straus, Brahms, Haydn and Shubert. When I arrived there, it was exactly what I expected. The city is a symphony. An orchestral masterpiece. You walk its streets and hear the music. The magestic architecture of the buildings adorned in baroque style doesn’t leave any other impressions. Classic is the definition of Vienna.
By the time I have met my friend who shared this journey with me in airport and we arrived to our hotel it was late evening already. But somehow it felt right to take a brief walk “around the neighbourhood” that day. Little did we know that when you walk in Vienna, you get lured further and further by literally every street corner. You look and see something enchanting; you walk towards it and notice more enchanting things around literally every corner. It’s a trap for those with the restless eyes. We opted not to use a public transport, whenever possible and literally worn out our feet pacing the Austrian capital on foot forth and back and in diagonals. It is simply too much not to be missed and walking was the best way to make sure we didn’t.
That first acquaintance with Vienna happened to have the crucial First Impression effect which then stayed with me to the end. I was charmed. The buildings illuminated in the spotlights created that surreal atmosphere of a somewhat staged set rather then the living place. The magic of being transferred into a world where all you have to do is to see, to hear and to admire. And so we did.
More to come…