Trzesniewski

Wien und die guten Brötchen

Since Shelley sent me a wonderful photo document of our little stop at " Trzesniewski" I wanted to elaborate on this little joint some more.

You will very rarely find tourists there, but instead an array of Viennese people from all levels of society. There will be a line all day long.

One thing good to know, if you take the spread home (you can get a container of your favorite flavour) you will more than likely be disappointed; it only tastes good when you are there.

The famous "Pfiff", which means whistle in English, is such a small amount of beer, that it really goes down like a whistle, perfect during lunch.

"no, not a pfiff, do you have nut-juice?"

Only the insiders know how to properly pronounce it . . .

Trzesniewski - the unpronounceable fantastic little sandwiches

Tex Rubinowitz is a great cartoonist, unfortunately I could not find more of his striking contributions. But this is just my humor, who knows . . .

and this is us, right there

One day, when I still lived in Vienna, a young American couple aproached me and asked where they could find the closest McDonald's, I instead recommended the "unaussprechtich guten Broetchen". They looked inside with a distrustful look on their faces and turned around and headed for the "Big Mac"

First Night

I only wrote a few journal entries during our trip to Austria. This one is from our first night in Grundlsee. There is a great deal about how long, tiring, and sweaty the trip was, but let's skip over most of that.

"...The second part of the train ride was gorgeous, but like much of this travel day, felt like we couldn't fully appreciate it because we were so tired. Passing through beautiful mountains and lakes and little villages, with all the houses decked out with overflowing flower boxes. Finally, finally we made it to Bad Aussee, and the gang soon came to get us. What a relief...We pulled up to the house and it almost seemed like a joke. I've never stayed in a grander--or more comfortable--home. Pictures will describe it better than my words. We got a quick tour and then stripped down and walked down (about 15 feet) to the lake. Cold, but Elio gamely walked in up to his ankles and loved it. We bathed him there and then brought him over to the dock and I jumped in. The lake is outrageous. So clean. Elio tried to step off the pier into the water. He is fearless.

"The gang all went out to dinner. I stayed in and fed E. eggs and applesauce. Which he ate like a robot. Then I took him down to get him into his pajamas. He started playing with his cars but let me dress him easily. We read one book, he talked a little, then I put him in the crib and sang halfway through "Sunshine" and he was out.

"Now I'm on the front porch, watching the day's light fade, sipping a glass of wine, some mountains looming over, the lake turning silver to my left, the greens of everything growing greener."