Last weekend I visited my family in Austria for my mother's school 20th anniversary.
The party was great, as was seeing my man and family; however, with flying in on Friday and returning on Sunday, the whole trip was pretty much of a marathon. It all started with no flights going to Innsbruck, which meant I had to book to Munich, which was just disastrous. I landed there and booked one of these Flixbuses to Innsbruck which was just a terrible experience because the stupid Flixbus people actually told me - and some other people - off for having luggage! I mean, true, my suitcase is big enough to hold a human corpse, but some other people really had decently sized suitcases and still were required to pay extra for their luggage. Honestly, if you work for an Airport bus, don't be sulky when you have to heave passengers' luggage. Especially, as I don't have any problems with lifting my own trunk, but I don't want to be snapped at for having luggage with me. The bus lady even had the rashness to suggest I should bring two small suitcases instead of one big and I was like 'sure, I will drag two suitcases through London and the airports for the whole day because of the Flixbus conditions and so that your job gets easier'...seriously, I don't. Moving on, the anniversary party was inasmuch awesome because I could leave during the tedious children-are-performing-slightly-crappy-things-that-you-have-to-find-cute-because-they're-children performances because I was neither a teacher anymore nor yet a parent. I reconnected with some old friends and had an awesome dance-off with my sisters and friends in which I discovered that I am truly crazy. As an adolescent, I was scared something is wrong with me whenever I talked to myself or concocted complex story lines in my head - I thought I was schizophrenic (well, you are crazy, admit it...no, I won't, you're mean, that's all...you suck...we're both the same person, so you suck...which makes you suck, you sucker, haha, you called yourself sucker...so did you...). However, now having realised my craziness is the source of all my creativity, I embrace it and wouldn't want it to go away for all the money in the world. Before I flew back home, my man and I spent a day in Munich where we just went up and down Kaufinger Straße. We went inside St. Michaelskirche and encountered a really funny thing - a little hidden penis inside one of the tiles in the church. Well, not a real penis, of course, but a pattern in the tiles (see for yourself). Jakob and I had a good laugh, especially as it was in a church... Now after having shared this illuminating epiphanies, I would like to diverge from telling about my life to destroying the insightful, mature woman I want think to have become to rant about things I hate. First, people who stand on the wrong side of the escalator, therefore blocking the escalator and making it impossible to sprint to catch the departing train. Seriously, pick a side and remain there (preferably the right side). Second, the way the preview tickets for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child were released. I think they should have done a HP trivia test and whoever scored highest would have gotten the chance to buy tickets...seriously, Jo, why did you not think of that? Foyles Bookshop in Charing Cross street. Alright, I don't hate the store. I just think it is not a very book browsy, bookish, old-fashioned, lingering-kind-of bookstore. I think it features too much sleekness and perfection and I will always prefer Waterstones Third, the stupid Brexit thing and the fact that people are increasingly becoming xenophobic, unity-opposed pricks who teach egotism, selfishness and evilness. Aaaaand, I also hate that I cannot access the latest season of Big Bang Theory on Netflix... For any comments and thoughts that YOU have, please share them on my Facebook page by clicking on the button below. Looking forward to hearing from you (or not).
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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