I’m clueless about blogging
The plan was thus: Spend awesome weekend in Vienna, become destination expert and update new blog with cool tips and ideas, with loads of pretty pictures like those other inspirational travel blogs that I love so much. What actually happened was this: I realised that I’d put too much pressure on myself to try and define what my first ‘blogging trip’ was going to be about before I’d even got there, and managed to get overwhelmed. In the end I just forgot about trying to think of ‘cool’ blog posts and tried to enjoy myself and see where the city took me. We ended up blagging free tickets to a music festival in a museum (of all places) and partying the night away until 6am. The plans went out the window (cant do much sightseeing with a horrendous hangover) But you know what? We met some amazing people and had a brilliant time. I don’t know where I’m going with my blog in the long run, but as long as I enjoy what I’m writing about, rather than posting up a photo of some funky café down a side street- then that’s all I should care about.
I was determined to source some tasty biscuit treats to take back home and share with my colleagues, and spent the weekend roaming the streets of Vienna in search of the aptly named ‘Viennese Whirl’. I finally gave up and resorted to google. To my dismay Wikipedia clarified what I had become to suspect. Viennese Whirls are not native to Austria! What’s next? You will be telling me the Danish pastry isn’t from Denmark!
(Oh dear Lord. I just googled this too. Danish pastries originated in no other than… Vienna. I think I need to go and lay down- this is too much)
I know nothing about food
My best friend Julia and I are sat in the cosy Figlmuller Wollzeile restaurant (“Home of the Wiener Schnitzel”), eagerly awaiting our order of the classic Austrian dish. We had excitedly talked about this moment for the whole day. The waiter comes over and places my plate on the table in front of me. My friend and I look at each other, confused.
“Where is the sausage?” I ask.
“I’m gluten intolerant” she says.
A quick check on google confirms a Wiener Schnitzel is most definitely not a giant hot dog, and most definitely is a plateful of Veal covered in wheat filled breadcrumbs. Trying to push images of Bambi from my mind, I did actually enjoy the dish, whilst Julia sat scraping the breadcrumbs from the meat… Note to self. Do Research.
What’s the rush?
Stood at a pedestrian crossing. Lights are red. No traffic is coming and yet nobody crosses the road until the green man says so! This just does not happen in England! We regularly leg it across the road regardless of what that little man in the box says, always in a rush to get somewhere, even if it means dodging the odd car bonnet and praying you don’t end up splashed across the windscreen. The Viennese are much more patient than us Brits, and its a quality we could use more often.
I will be ok
My trip to Eastern Europe is in 5 months and 5 days. I’m terrified. As a recent sufferer of anxiety (it started 2 months ago), I have only recently started to worry about my trip. Before the anxiety happened all I could think about was going away and how exciting it is going to be! Over the past 2 months I have spent a lot of time by myself. Not wanting to go out and socialise so much. Worrying about having another panic attack.
In Vienna I went to the Prater Park (amusement park) and had a go on the ‘Prater Turm’, a swing carousel ride that is 117 metres high!! Ordinarily, I would have loved this kind of ride, whooping and throwing my hands in the air- I hate heights but get a thrill from the danger! Only this time, I was absolutely scared stiff. I had been feeling edgy all day, but I was determined to do it. I couldn’t move or make a sound. My mind was thinking irrationally as I struggled to regulate my breathing and stay calm. It may sound a bit extreme that I needed to put myself through that experience whilst suffering from an anxious episode – but I wanted to do something that I was afraid of, something that I would have done before without even a hesitation, to not feel like the anxiety is holding me back. I’d reached a turning point and decided it isn’t going to take control over my life.
I am absolutely determined to go travelling. Suffering from anxiety isn’t going to stop me. I need to look after myself and find ways to deal with it.
Now, when I start to feel like I’m going to panic I’m going to think back to that night in Vienna, 311 feet in the air, with the view of the city below and know that if I can get through that, then I can get through anything! Nothing bad is going to happen and I’m going to be OK. Bring on Budapest!