Let’s talk about scooters. My sister is a huge coffee lover. I’m a music aficionado (that’s fancy words for “I like music”). When I planned Vienna into our trip, I imagined a sophisticated two days of music and coffee. I even packed my white dress.
What’s with the scooters, Vienna?
My head was in the clouds as we got off our train into the city. Suddenly, an older dude on a scooter zipped past me at lightening speed. And that’s when the scooter party began. I didn’t get the memo.
In Vienna, riders of all ages take to the street on their scooters, and let fly. I’m not even kidding. In less than 24 hours, I saw more people on scooters than I did during my elementary school days. It’s not just the elementary school kids or my ex boyfriend who think scootering is cool anymore. Is scooter-ing a verb?
And also, why scooters? Except on downhill sections of town, I don’t see much of a speed advantages to the scooters. Lots of pedaling. Little reward.
On closer inspection, my hypothesis is that scooters are a more compact version of bikes. They fit in all the small spaces (see below) of Europe, like the crowded subways and tiny cafes.
I’ll admit it. I want a scooter.
Note to self: check the weather
Remember that white dress I just mentioned? Turns out that in July, Vienna rains for about 5 minutes at a time in random parts of the city. It’s like rain roulette. That would’ve been nice to know @ricksteves!!!
Just kidding. I don’t read Rick Steves. I probably would’ve been prepared if I did. Sorry Rick. If you go to Vienna, bring a rain jacket, and don’t wear a white dress of all things.
I’m pretty sure that white dress is cursed, because whenever I wear it, it rains. I brought it to Paris a few years ago, dreaming of a romantic photo in front of the Eiffle Tower. It poured all weekend.
Wide open spaces
Oh, and can we just talk about the small spaces of Eastern Europe? I’m pretty sure that the coffee shops here are what motivated the Dixie Chicks to write “Wide Open Spaces.”
Here’s a chic photo of me at a coffee shop. I’m squeezed between the door, table, the wall, and a conveniently located painting at the exact height as the top of my head.
But the drip coffee in Vienna makes the small spaces worth it. This place , called Kaffee Modul, makes each cup of drip coffee individually. Swoon. Yes, I will trade claustrophobia for caffeine.
If you get the chance to check out Vienna, you’ve got to go to a traditional café. Arbri, one of the staff from our hostel, gave us a long list of recommendations of cafes to try. Almost anyone local to Vienna will happily regale you with their opinion of the best coffee hub in town.
Café culture was essentially born in Vienna, and the city is brewing (pun intended) with traditional coffee shops. Many of the cafes in Vienna don’t serve any fluffy ingredients like vanilla. My sister had to drink authentic coffee instead of her usual foo-foo drink. This made me happy.
On a final note, Vienna really lived up to its reputation of coffee and music. Our hostel itself is filled with guitars and a piano for guests to play on. Vienna was once the home of famous musicians such as Beethoven and Mozart, and their influence is still felt in the city today. We danced waltz with new friends in our hostel; my sister even was goaded into playing the piano for a room full of strangers.
Vienna, we will be back. You were a dream.
What’s something interesting you noticed about a new place while traveling? Leave a reply below to let me know 🙂
Until next time, Saludos!