Rainbow Child

The weekend started with Marianne taking me to KunstHaus and Hundertwasser Haus. The KunstHaus was really nice, but the tears came when I found myself standing in front of Hundertwasser Haus. I´m sorry, but art moves me to tears. Well, not exactly every kind of art, but you get the picture.

Teh love

And where I take the metro from Stefan, you can see the factory (?) designed by Hundertwasser. Stefan said that they burn the garbage there and use the energy that results for heating and hot water, a thing which I find totally awesome!

And speaking of loves, Manner Schnitten are incredibly good! Marianne´s parents are crazy and they bought a HUGE box only for us

Marianne took me to this really nice tea shop – Haas & Haas – and ofc I couldn´t help myself and bought lots of tea Then she left me in the centre and she went to her classes and I just wandered around aimlessly. I discovered an English bookstore – it wasn´t much, but I bought the last Harry Potter for only 5€ and I was sooo happy about that Then I entered another bookstore and bought 2 posters with cats and I think the nice lady there appreciated my efforts to speak German, cause she made a special discount for me

Aaaand, on the way home, I took the metro in the wrong direction *oops!* and ended at Kettenbrückengasse at the biggest Naschmarkt (flea market) they have. It was wow! Besides a lot of crappy stuff, you could find nice glasses, scarves, even chairs and antique furniture. It was the first flea market I´ve seen, so that´s where my enthusiasm comes from. It was quite and experience and maybe I´ll find such a market in Bucharest as well.

Saturday night we went to a party in somebody´s flat and it was nice. We didn´t socialize much, but we had our group and we had lots of laughs. And the vodka was really good And on Sunday night we went to a pub called Klub Ost, which was ok, but a bit too Balkan, a bit too like home for me. Austrians are nice and didn´t feel the need to help me improve my German so the conversations were carried in good old English language

The way back home was great: we were like to crazy girls, laughing all the time, running a bit not to freeze to death, jaywalking. Yeah, I love my Marianne