Today we left Budapest and headed to Vienna.
It was a relaxing trip, the countryside was lovely, and we had a full-size bus for 18 women spread out comfortably. We chatted, napped, read, or whatever each of most enjoyed. We had one short stop where we all headed into a quick-stop type convenience store and loaded up on snacks. Ice cream bars seemed to be the favorite of the day.
We arrived in Vienna around one and the plan was for us to check in, have a quick
lunch, and then get together again at 3:00 to meet our local guide and start our walking tour of Vienna. Unfortunately, our rooms weren’t ready when we arrived and well . . . the rest of the day didn’t go as well as the first part of the day. If you want to know more read on.
Warning: Grouse Alert
I considered excluding my grousing from the blog, but then decided against it. After all, trips are seldom perfect . . . except when your friends or family are sharing their latest adventure. Right? So, I think it’s important to share the great as well as the not-so-great, keeping in mind that sometimes (maybe most of the time) the not-so-great is simply a matter of personal preference. Certainly, my irritation with the afternoon we first arrived in Vienna was not shared with the majority or our group. But here goes . . .
As I said, when we arrived at the hotel most of our rooms were not ready. At first that wasn’t a big deal, we all headed up to the dining room for lunch, and while we ate, rooms started opening up. However, Marilee and my room was the last to be ready and we didn’t get into it until after 3 – when we were supposed to be meeting our local guide. Our tour leader was great; she knew we needed a few minutes to change shoes and get ready for the afternoon. So, we started our walking tour at 3:30, a half-hour late.
Okay, here was where I was miserable. We walked for three and a half hours, just about five miles, in brutal heat, at the end of an already full day. About two hours in, I stopped caring about whatever the local guide was talking about and concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other. I tried not to look irritated, but I’m not sure I succeeded. It was just too much. I understand that the tour company wanted to make sure we got our money’s worth, but a leisurely afternoon after the trip from Budapest would have worked better for me. It actually gave me a negative impression of Vienna.
We ended our walking tour – finally — around seven where we had a reservation in a private dining room of a local restaurant. It was nice, except the AC was broken, not in the entire restaurant, but just our room – and as I said, it was brutally hot. Again, I have to give Marta, our tour leader, a lot of credit. I think she knew I was unhappy about the long walk so she offered to call me a cab so I wouldn’t have to walk back to the hotel. As it turned out, I wasn’t the only one who’d had enough since several of us shared that cab ride.
Tomorrow will be a better day. I’m sure.
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