scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

9.1.07

so we find our way home on the subway-tram-thing. Ok. We find directions to the apartment we're supposed to locate on our own, with my new favorite website. Success. We get there and find the right house and don't know which apartment-number we're supposed to ring to get in the building (which, to be fair to us, was never information we had in the first place). A nice frau with a cigarette buzzes us in and as we're inspecting the mailboxes trying to find our contact's name, the house manager finds us and we travel all over the building trying to find W, only nobody knows him, because it's his roommate's or maybe his ex-girlfriend's name on the door apparently and of course we have no idea what that is. but we had the right place. And it's lovely altbau and has stained glass in some places and wrought iron on the stairs.

so we found it. and we navigated the public transportation system. and we managed to convey to the austrians that we were wohungmete-sucheing and that we were looking for wolfgang (i think) and i know we conveyed our sheer gratitude and that got across.

But we also failed to have dinner, because everywhere here starts to close at maybe eight, and they turn off all their lights so they're harder to find, and we have no proper kitchen, and we have no proper food. And we walked enough miles today that m got a blister. M does not believe in blisters from walking. The way my mom does not believe in ice-cream headache. she thinks somehow it's a conspiracy, to the point that when there was a seinfeld episode about it, he was in on it too. anyway. Disappointing. Tired. Hungry. Aargh.

Labels: expat, vienna

scrawled @ 22:26