Our second day in Vienna

We were feeling a little less like death warmed up this day. As you can tell by the fact that there were a few more pics taken this day. Here's a sweet young lady on one of the mini trains that go around the A1 tower park on the Donauinsel. It was rather expensive but Jordy did the "face", so Greg gave us a treat.




The pic might be a bit too small to see but there are angels on the side of Mozart, so Jordy and I are pretending to be angels too.



We'd gone all over the place and were wondering where everyone was. This statue is just around the corner from Maria Theresien Platz. When we rounded the corner, it was like "Ta-Dah". We had found tourist city central.



Greg's famous horse. You'll have to ask him about that. As it is I'm probably already in trouble.heh heh.







Contrary to popular belief, this is not our new flat. It is the town council building, aptly called the Rathaus.

Our first day in Vienna

I know it's all out of order. Sorry.



Anyway,we were met at the airport by one of Greg's co-workers. After an unintentional tikki tour of Vienna, (We kept getting lost. And no I wasn't giving any directions.) we finally found our hotel. We were a bit early for them but just in time for a free breakfast. Yay.







Look Hayley! You can see the travel journal you gave me on the table waiting for my next entry.







As you can see, the Bear travels a bit better than me. Talk about a bad hair day.

Mother 's day in Vienna

We were busy celebrating a friend's birthday on the actual Mother's day, so we celebrated it the following day. We caught an S-bahn out to the Danube. Jordy and I had been there previously and had thought that it was really pretty so we wanted to take Greg back and share it.




It was late afternoon so it was a bit cooler but it was still lovely. We walked for ages. Well, meandered, as Greg would say. We were surprised how few people were there. Luckily, we didn't run into any nude sunbathers that day.




There were a whole lot of restautants and cafes and such things near the end. Jordy was quite taken by the Jamaican bar(night club), with their grooving to the music. She didn't seem to be aware of my less approving gaze. I'd wanted an ice-cream and we finally came across a parlour that was actually open and wasn't asking for an arm or a leg as payment.


We eventually came across a cool looking castle, which when we had a closer look turned out to be a church.

The Question of Religion

As we went about getting ourselves settled into this country, we had to fill in various forms. There seemed to be an undue amount of gravity around the question of religion. You can't just write "christian", because "they" don't know what that is. Apparently you are either a Catholic or you go in the category.

I wondered what the big fuss was and a travelling missionary kindly filled me in. It seems that if you write Catholic on your form, then a certain percentage of your income is taken and given to the catholic church.

If you don't want to pay this money, then you have to write in and say that you are not Catholic.