A picture is worth... yada, yada, yada

Yep. This is how I enjoy art. At The Belvedere, where the Gustav Klimt work lives. Can't take pics of that though.

Apparently, I simply have no desire and no time to blog about Vienna (ignoring that I spent 90 percent of this past weekend at home with a bum back...) If you know me at all, you know I have the memory of a goldfish. (That's actually a new one - I used to say hamster, but a co-worker chose the more apt title above.) Holy parenthetical already.
Sigh. I'm busy. And not feeling particularly motivated to blog about travel this week. And last week. And the week before. Sometimes life is like that. Especially when you start getting some semblance of a life. Semblance, I said!
So, I'm just going to throw up a bunch of pics and not spell check the names and not offer links. Maybe some day I'll clean it up, but if I can't remember how to spell sachartorte today, how will I remember in a month? What was I talking about?
On with the show!

German demo diva Kim shows off the famous sachartorte of Vienna. It's pretty good... just a very sugary chocolate cake with a chocolate glace on top.



No, it didn't snow. There was some sort of strange tourism fair going on that was pushing Salzburg skiing in the winter. Complete with ski slope and snowboarders, for real.

A view from St. Stephenspladz - the huge church with the spire of doom that rises to heaven. It really goes all the way to heaven. I didn't climb it but that's what it looked like. You can't see it in this picture. Heh.


Near one of Friederichs Hundervasser's buildings. No, I don't think that IS how you spell his name. As Lars says, Fucking Google It. Cool architecture that is socially-minded and funky. But the d00d hates straight lines so even the floors are uneven. Not so much. And, yes, it does say Toilet of Modern Art. It cost 60 Euro cents to get in and it looked more like a Toilet of Minimal Cleaning. Rip off.



That is not Mr. Hundervasser. Picture interloper!


I don't know. Obvy, the cafe is closed. Why THAT Belushi?


Kim at one of our many cafe "breaks." Delicious, smoke-filled and delicious. "Vienna is for Smokers."


The best open-air market I've ever seen, despite the same 10 stalls seeming to repeat over and over and over. It's big. And full of fabulous things that one wants.


I do not want this. Marzipan. The Huzz. But it sure is perty.



At the Cafe Kafka - of course we had to go in. All the coffee in Vienna was wonderful. But I have the tastes of a goldfish as well as the memory. I have no idea why the face.


I just like flower shops... especially when they are called Blumenhaus.


I spotted this little number on some tourist materials before we ever got near the Belvedere. I was so happy to see her in real life. I wish I had one at home.


Heidi Klum owns Vienna. Her frighteningly frantic smile was on every billboard, in every window and hiding in the strangest places. The Klum is scary in Vienna.


Horses waiting. Like they do.



Seriously, it looks like this all over the place. Vienna is beautiful.


The Belvedere... in between the art you can look at... more art. Overwhelming and magnificent and I felt naked without my petticoat and wig.


I guess Austrians really don't like Gavin Rossdale. FGI.


This picture should be up further. I am lazy so it can stay where it is.


Uhhhh... erm... uhhhh...


At the meter pub - lowercased because I can't be bothered to find the real name of it. But everything was served in meters - food and beer both. And it was good... this is how we convert the U.S. to the metric system!



They weren't fooling around with the ketchup. Obviously, we'd had a couple meters by this point.



So, Vienna rocked and was good unto me and I holdeth it close to my heart for all time. I saw the Klimt, I saw the Hundervasser, I ate the bratwurst and the sachartorte, I drank the cofee - "the Vienna melange" - and I ,,, lost this right before posting. Don't remember what else it was I wanted to say. But visit Vienna. It's a good thing.

P.S. If you want an automatic update on this site, get Google Reader. Fucking Google It, man.

Bags: Who's counting? At least I got mine. Kim's were sent to Spain - to two DIFFERENT cities in Spain.

Flights: It takes 11 hours to get from Vienna to Atlanta. ELEVEN hours. I lucked out and got 3 center seats to myself. Awwww, yeah. The flights to Denmark and to Vienna from Denmark were fairly unremarkable.

P.P.S. I am less than 2,000 miles from going Platinum with Delta. I'll be pulling those miles on Wednesday and Thursday, baby! Now if I could just figure out a way to use the miles...