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endlesstalesoflove dragged me out of bed where I had been lying all day in my pajamas so that I may experience my first Eurovision Song Contest. It has Been ??an experience???
Making my way through campus back home, showing off my host city to my sister. As well as the ridiculously good looking traditionally dressed Austrian boys because I love her.
The Prague Trip That Saved My Sorry Canadian Tourist Ass
When I went off to Prague last weekend, on a three-day get-away trip with a bunch of my Erasmus buddies from the dorm, I never expected it to matter much beyond the fact that I was putting off working on a very important presentation to do so. Little did I know, that the trip to Prague would eventually become the one thing between me, and an untimely ticket back to Canada.
The trip itself was great. The nine of us (the three Turkish girls Beril, Elif and Dilan, the two Italians Rita and Mirko, the two Spaniards Leyre and Antonio and Team Greece-Why-Did-We-Think-Breaking-In-New-Shoes-In-Prague-Would-Be-A-Good-Idea-Canada, Andrew and I) spent Friday night, all of Saturday and part of Sunday walking around the Old Town, the New Town, the Astrology Clock, the Christmas Markets, the Jewish cemetery, Charles Bridge, the Castle and the shopping streets. No easy feat for so short a stay. Despite our rushed schedule and the fact that we knew little about what we were doing and seeing at the time (case in point, the picture of me rubbing that dog, the legend of which I had no clue about), and the fact that it was hecka cold and rainy for most of our stay, I can safely say we all had a great time.
The fact that because of this trip I left the Schengen Zone for over 24 hours, and coincidentally carried around the paper trail proving it when I went to get my residence permit, which stopped the Austrian government from kicking me out of the country for having stayed 86 out of my allotted 90 tourist days as a Canadian citizen when my permit would take more than four days to be ready, made this trip all the sweeter.
Oh, and I kicked ass on the presentation I put off in favour of going to Pague. The Grammaticalization of Deixis and the Grammaticalized Deictic Dimensions in English, French and Spanish can kiss my ass!
Here Is The Surprise: Surprise!
My friend Hana and I have been working hard to bring all of you a bit closer to my life in Vienna, and give you a little bit of insight into the small differences between here and home. To this end, we have started a YouTube channel, called Too Tall & Two Tiny! In this channel we'll talk some about the differences between life here, and life in Montreal, but often we'll just go out and do things and let all of you have an up close and personal look into what I (and of course my good friend Hana) have been getting up to lately!
So subscribe to our new channel to get notifications about new videos, which should be coming your way every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (I finally have someone to keep me honest about my posting schedules; aren't you all glad?) and if you are following me here on Tumblr, feel free to also follow us on Too Tall & Two Tiny's Tumblr here.
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Got my stuff sorted out, almost was totally screwed because I have been here 86/90 days and the visa process takes a week BUT since I went to Prague last weekend (left the Schengen zone basically) and kept the ticket to prove it, my 90 days were renewed and I wasn't kicked out on my ass! Moral of the story: never turn down a getaway weekend trip with a bunch of dormmate Erasmus students.
What the fuck they just called up an I064 number. 75 minutes I have been here, and this is the first I letter number they have called.
1-hour check-in. Numbers passing by rapidly, still no discernible order. Dude who literally just arrived apparently had H103 and he got called up. Next came H097. Can't watch anymore videos, battery at 39%. Madness setting in.
The numbers jumped from H083 to H102 and I got super pumped. Then they jumped from H102 to H109 and a little piece of my soul died.
30 minute check-in. First half hour hasn't been too bad. Catching up on some Philip DeFranco vids I missed this week. Playing some Candy Crush. Trying not to get frustrated by the fact that they keep calling up G numbers instead of H numbers cause. You know. That's fine. Whatever. Who cares right. I don't.
When I came in they were serving H067. Now they called up H056. I am H106. I've only been here like 15 minutes and the government is already fucking with me.
Found out yesterday that the Austrian Embassy in Ottawa thought I was still waiting around for their visa in Canada, despite the fact that my semester began over two months ago! Figured it was high time I figured this shit out for myself, and in person. Waiting number is H106! Will keep you posted as my descent into waiting room madness inevitably develops.
A Secret Plot
This past weekend I was off gallivanting in Prague (post coming, I totally promise) but another project has been in the works, shrouded in secrecy-- and I don't mean my Grammaticalization of Deixis presentation.
Starting next week, prepare yourselves for a pretty awesome surprise, that keeps on giving~*~*~
Awesome trio eating Greek food after Catching Fire.
It. Was. Amazing.
I can’t even.
The Untold Couch Saga: Resolved
Instead of writing up one of the previously mentioned posts, I thought I might let you all know: The Couch Saga has been resolved.
No idea what the couch saga is, or why you should care that it was resolved? My bad. Here's the short of it.
I live on the 2nd floor of our six floor student dorm. The dorm itself is nothing to write home about, it doubles as a hotel in the summer months so it's not totally unkempt, but it generally has a dark dingy feel to it that I have been informed is pretty standard for student dorms. Most dark and dingy of all (although the bright halogen lights help with the dark part of it), is the communal kitchen. With dirty plastic flooring, and would-be-sterile metal counter tops, it's really not the most welcoming of environments, which is a shame, because that's usually where friends end up meeting. The biggest blight of all however, we realized a couple of days after move-in day.
The second floor kitchen had no couch. Something we didn't realize was abnormal, up until a couple of girls went touring about the building and realized all the other floors had one, if not two, and also more tables than us, as well as plants or posters to make the place look more homely, and inviting.
Needless to say, we were pretty upset by this injustice. A little more digging revealed that the second floor had once had a couch, just like everybody else, but due to their party-hard attitudes and lack of regard for the rules, they got their couch taken away, as punishment. A punishment we bore for 6 weeks, but no more!
As the floor representative, I, Daniela Ferrer, got us a couch.
And here it is.
See the happiness in all our faces? That's the face of a people who finally got a couch.
Justice for all. Couches everywhere.
Sorry About Sucking
So, (several people) have been telling me (repeatedly and passionately) that I have been a pretty shitty blogger this past month. And I can't say that I haven't. But as the dawn of my second month approaches, I renew my commitment to this blog and to keep you all up to date with the happenings of my life as a Venezuelan Canadian in Vienna. To ensure that this happens, I present you with the titles of my upcoming blog posts, that you can inquire after specifically, if I go MIA again. Sorry for being such a little shit! - The 2nd Floor - Vienna in Vienna - Schäffergasse and friends does Hallstatt - Schäffergasse and friends does Bratislava - Santa Claus (and His Entire Picturesque Village) is Coming to Town - Here, Mom, Now You Can Live Out Your Liam Neeson Fantasies and Stop Worrying - NaNoWriMo Is Ruining My Life - Academia in Vienna (No Funny Title Because There Is Nothing Fun About Academia In Vienna)
One Month(ish) In
This Saturday marked my first month in Vienna, and as far as months go, it's been pretty great.
(Especially once I finally moved into my dorm and got my magical Meldezettel, which is apparently needed for absolutely everything in this country, and which solved a lot of my problems.)
Only one month in though, and I'm already finding it hard to find things to write about; it's what anybody who's ever kept a "travel log" warned me about: Eventually, what used to be an exciting new experience in a strange new place becomes an everyday occurrence. Just another Saturday. And that's what this Saturday was.
Well that's not entirely true, my good friend Katya, my roomie Vienna (yes, she goes by the name Vienna. Like the city we're in), and Katya's friend Veronika went to Dialog im Dunkel, a guided tour that simulates blindness, guided by a blind person through an artificial landscape that simulates everything from a busy street, to a cave, to a boat ride. It was an awesome experience, but the reason I didn't think to write about it in a separate post is because it didn't feel like a Cool Vienna Travel Story; it just felt like a fun activity filled Saturday.
I didn't think about the fact that Saturday marked an important date at any point of the day, not when I had some paella at Nordsee, nor when I had gelato and walked around Stephansplatz, nor when I walked around a mall with Vienna and Katya to try and help her find a birthday gift for her mom. It was all very, very normal.
And maybe that's what should mark my first month here: I have achieved normalcy and relative monotony in Vienna. I am officially no longer a tourist. My day to day worries no longer include such things as registering with the government, nor registering for classes, nor setting up a bank account, nor a local phone number, but rather the same common worries any student deals with: figuring out what to have for lunch, reading up on the slides and handouts for a missed class, trying to figure out what your term paper is going to be on when the class' topic is still nothing more than a vague concept, and trying to catch the dorm supervisor to get your key-card replaced after your handy-dandy iPhone case/card carrier betrays you and demagnetizes your current key and you are forced to shadow your roomie or bother your Viennese BFF for her key card so you can get into the kitchen and get a bowl of cheerios with cut-up bananas in it.
Okay maybe that last one isn't so common.