I signed off last night as Patrice and I were about to go to the spa for massages. We had a couples massage, Sonia took care of Patrice and Olga treated me. This was true magic and when Olga said we are done, I said “Can you start over?” I slept like a baby last night.
This morning we got up early to get ready for our train ride to Vienna where we were to meet up with Erica for the weekend. As always the Aria Hotel supplied a wonderful breakfast. At breakfast, we were greeted by an employee who we had not met before, He was not native-born in Hungary but rather from Trinidad and Tobago. He didn’t get here by taking the wrong bus but actually previously worked for Celebrity cruises. When I asked what got him to stay he replied “I met my son’s mother”. Ah yes, another man who followed his….heart. He has now been in Hungary for over 2 years and when I asked if he speaks Hungarian he replied: “That’s a work in progress but I get by thanks to Google Translate”. Our new friend brought us something new for breakfast. Question of the day: can you identify this delight?
After breakfast, our wonderful driver, Attila, drove us to the train station, took our bags, found our train, found our seats, put one of our bags in the overhead compartment (no way I could have done that), and bid us a bon voyage to Vienna. I emailed our travel agent to let her know it would be impossible for the next hotel, guide, and driver to equal the experience we had in Budapest.
The train was due to leave at 9:40. And just as our Budapest guide, Julia, predicted, it left exactly at 9:40. A bit later one of the attendants came by to check our tickets. Of course, they were conveniently stored on the AXUS app (thank you, Gwen). I wondered what they would do with us if we didn’t have tickets or if we were on the wrong train. Luckily I didn’t need to find out.
Patrice, my sleeper extraordinaire (see above picture), wanted to get some rest but couldn’t figure out how to get the seat to recline. She saw these buttons.
But couldn’t get them to work. Patrice flagged down one of the porters and asked “Do these work?”. The gentleman smiled and said “Oh, no, no, no”, while looking at her with an expression that read “She must be a silly American, lol”.
The train ride was incredible. We arrived at each stop within a minute of the scheduled arrival time and reached Vienna on time. We saw our driver (notice I didn’t say we were greeted by our driver) who took Patrice’s bag (but not mine like Attila did in Budapest and Federica did in Venice) and then turned and walked towards the exit. At my age, and with a full backpack and suitcase, I don’t move as quickly as I once did. The driver walked without once looking back to see if I was following him. Lucky for me, Patrice was able to keep up with him otherwise I might have been dropped and possibly I would have decided to turn around and go back to Budapest and search out my new BFF, Attila. This driver was no Attila but he did get us to the hotel safely so I have no real complaints.
The Sacher hotel in Vienna is very elegant. They have an array of photos of celebrities who have stayed here. It is not a high-tech marvel like the Aria in Budapest but it still is very nice. The staff has been falling over themselves to make us happy.
After putting our luggage in the room, we got a quick bite at the Sacher Cafe. The cafe was full of customers. We had a light lunch but we had to treat ourselves to the famous Sacher Torte. I’d never heard of it but from what I’ve learned it seems like I’m the only one who didn’t know about their specialty. Unfortunately, we were not impressed. It looked appetizing but the taste was nothing special. After lunch, we headed to the Albertina museum which is literally steps from our hotel. On our way over we saw a line of people waiting to get into the cafe. I stopped to ask why they were waiting and yes, it was for the torte.
Enough about overrated chocolate desserts and back to the Albertina museum. It was fantastic. Currently, they have a special exhibit of Jean-Michel Basquiat. I must share my artistic ignorance but I had never heard of this master who died at the age of 27. The exhibit was superb and taught me a lot about this man who was an artistic genius and a thinker way ahead of his time. We also saw some works by a number of other artists including Pablo Picasso. Did you know that at 80 years old Picasso married a woman 45 years his junior? Here is a portrait he painted of his young wife.
Time for Erica’s flight to arrive from Madrid, so don’t forget to tell me the name of the breakfast item if you can.
Auf Wiedersehen
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