I feel that I should start off by clarifying the title of these posts. My family is mostly German, but I traced our lineage to an area of southern Germany very close to the Austrian border. For all I know, way back in the day my great great great great great great.... well you get the picture... could've been from what is modern day Austria. Also, my mother tells me that her father's side of the family had some Italian in them, though no one knew quite how. Either way, I'm claiming both Austria and Italy as "Lands of My Ancestors". Now that we've cleared that up, on to Italy!
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My "First Class" Seat on the Train |
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One of the things that I really like to do when traveling to other countries is to sample the local cuisine. We stopped at a little restaurant for a dinner of lasagna, spaghetti, and vino! I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't all I thought it would be. The spaghetti kind of tasted like it came out of a can, but the wine was great.

Third day in Italy we went to Milan - one train ride that went perfectly. A few doors down from our hotel was a sushi restaurant, so we spent a good few hours there just eating, drinking Sapporo, and talking. Good times. The rest of that day was pretty much a lazy day. We went back to the hotel for naps and later that evening we headed to another "Italian" restaurant for some pizza and tiramisu... Olive Garden and home cooking, you ruined real Italian for me.

The Last Supper was somewhat more of an adventure.We walked half the city looking for the monastery, Santa Maria delle Grazie where it was painted. During World War II, the monastery was heavily damaged and at one point, the room where the painting is was being used as a stable! So, needless to say, after all the restoration that had to be done on the building and the painting, they're very strict about how many people can be in the room with the painting at once, photography, etc. You have to buy tickets in advance, either online or at the front desk, but if you pick the front desk, be prepared to wait a bit for your tour.
Time to go back to Vienna. On our way back through Venice, we had a matter of minutes to catch our bus to Villach, and we missed it. We waited for the next bus in the train station McDonalds for 3 hours; drinking Heineken and watching the store manager walk around watching customers like he was afraid they were going to steal their trays - that was surprisingly entertaining actually (the beer probably helped). We finally did get onto the bus, but it was fully booked, so we had to sit on the stairs and the floor. We were just glad to be on our way back to Austria.
Next time: Will we make it back to Austria in time for my brother to go to school the next day?? Thanks for reading!
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