Between going back to work, traveling, casual wedding planning, and enjoying life in Germany, this year is flying by and the blog has taken a bit of a back seat. Here we are in mid-July and my un-airconditioned apartment in the Rhinegau is making me miss the crisp air and incredible views of Innsbruck, which conveniently is where I left off with my posts. For my first taste of spring skiing (which now might be the only time year that I ski – no hat and drinks on the slopes in the sunshine? Sign me up!), S and I headed to Innsbruck and checked out the runs on Stubai Glacier and Kitzbuhel. It was a memorable weekend with great friends, gorgeous runs, and few toasts to both.
“Vienna wasn’t just a city, it was a tone that either one carries forever in one’s soul or one does not. It was the most beautiful thing in my life.” – Sandor Marai
If I had to pick one thing (or three) that I most associate with my favorite cities (so far), I’d say: for Paris, it’s cheese (and art and wine); for Florence, it’s pasta (and art and wine); and for Vienna, it’s music (and art and wine). It takes a lot for me to stray from food as a primary association (and Vienna’s food is fabulous – Wiener schnitzel, goulash, the Sacher-Torte), but I was struck by the way Vienna’s storied musical history lives on in the modern city. A smile on my face the entire time, I felt like we were floating along on Vienna’s unique melody throughout our trip last weekend, composing our very own soundtrack.