The last day in Austria was spent wandering around the gardens at the Schloss Schönnbrunn. The weather was once again phenomenal and I thouroughly enjoyed just soaking up the sun. After I had spent eough time at the castle. I went back into the city center and what do you know, I got there just in time for the German culture meal of coffee and cake. Naturally, I went back to Demel and got some Trüffeltorte. It was great. I got a painting from a street vendor. It was listed as 18 euro but I got it for four. Yeah for only having coins in my pocket, being a student, and speaking German.
My train for Zürich left at nine-thirty and I was at the train station with plenty of time to spare. I boarded the train and found my assigned seat. When I went into the compartment there were already two people seated, a woman and her son. They were some of the strangest looking people I have ever seen. As soon as I walked in they loudly informed me that place 26 was reserved. I told them that it was reserved for me. They then started jabbering in very fast, high pitched German. They wanted to talk about US somking laws, Canada, and Obama. I didn`t have much to say about any of the above.
The son got the bright idea to lock the door from the inside, yes people were still boarding the train, so that no one else could come into the compartment. I went to "sleep" at this point. People would come to the door, try to open it, fail and then walk on. All the while the mom and her son were cackling with glee.
Then someone came, tried the door, failed but didn`t leave. The boy finally got up and opened the door and said that he hadn`t heard her. She came in not happy, and started telling the boy how rude he was and saying that the mom must be deaf and dumb to have raised such a ill-behaved child and then to not take responsibilty for his actions.
As the train started my original companions left me in the car alone with two angry Austiran women. I could hear them contemplating my fate as they walked down the car. My German quickly got very good, and I managed to talk my way out of what could have been a very awkward train ride.
We saw the mom and her son heading back towards our car because they couldn`t find a seat anywhere else so we quickly locked the door and pretended to be asleep. They quickly realized that the tables had turned and continued on to another car.
The moon last night was almost full so it provided beautiful ghost like views of the Austiran mountains and towns as we passed through. Godd thing I enjoyed looking at them because I wasn`t able to sleep much.
I did finally fall asleep and when I woke up there was a blond haired, blue-eyed swiss boy next to me. Well, on the other side of the car asleep. Nonetheless, it was a nice surprise.
I got to the Zürich train station at six-twenty in the morning and realized that I didn`t have the right money, and nothing was open for me to change money. I waited around for a bit, got my money changed, reserved a place to go to Rome tomorrow, and then got myself a tasty breakfast.
As I was sitting eating, a drunk in a wheelchair rolled up to me and sang, "Schöne Frau" and then took a swig out of his vodka bottle before the waiter chasd him away. It was rather entertaining.
This morning I went to five of the nine major churches in downtown Zürich. In one there was a secret prayer room in the basement and when I walked in the air was so thick that you could literally see prayer. It was really, really cool.
In the afternoon I took a lovely stroll along the banks of the lake. And got a fantastic hot chocolate from a place recommended in my Lonely Planet guide book. It was a good day.