This city always makes it at the top when it comes to quality of life rankings and I was really excited about visiting the splendid Vienna! I made my journey by train and after the boarder, along with the staff the atmosphere changed, too. You don’t move an inch from your seat and you are still in the same train, the same landscape with green hills, cows and little Alpine churches but you feel like you’re on holidays. Only due to this slightly arrogant Austrian accent with a promise of indulgence. Germans and Austrians have a funny relationship. We mutually tease each other always leaving enough space for the awkward moment when you can’t tell if this was just a joke or already an insult. Normal boarderline behaviour.
My hotel was called “King of Hungary” and royalty and greatness you find galore in the city of Vienna. The proof of the past empire is present in all the iconic buildings in the inner city. The Stephan’s Dome, the parliament, the Burgtheater, the Hofburg castle and the state Opera; just to name a few. I had one day and I needed to decide what memories I want to take home. I chose to see the Sissi museum. Now Sissi and I are both from Bavaria, however this is all we have in common, as she was the Duchess Elizabeth of Bavaria and came to Vienna to marry the emperor Franz Josef. She is a legend in the German speaking world due to a trilogy of romantic films in the 1950ies with actress Romy Schneider. Her face is Sissi and all I knew was the princess story from tv. But she was an actual woman and I was keen to find out who that woman was. And I liked the real Sissi because she was a wild child. She is described by contemporaries as very beautiful and yet feisty. Sissi worked hard on her body with sports and special diets and she even had gymnastics equipment in her room. Sissi loved riding, hiking and travelling and she left the plotting court and chatty high society of Vienna many times for spending holidays in Madeira, Greece or England. When her son Rudolf commited sucide she only wore black for the rest of her life. Some dresses are displayed in the museum and I was fascinated that I could see all her beautiful belongings. She had the best food, the most amazing furniture and gorgeous porcelain. But it leaves the visitor also humble because one realizes that all the abundance was really no guarantee for the happiness of the imperial family.
Vienna seems to revolve around bitter-sweet stories about great beauty and great tragedy. Maybe it’s simply because the 19th century was about decadence, beauty, war and industrialization. The Vienna of today is shaped by the nostalgia of the Austrian Empire and the memories when it was Europe’s center. And I could not withdraw myself from that. I wanted music and something that goes straight to the heart to heal the yearning for yesterday’s glamour. After finishing a delicious Wiener Schnitzel at the Kaffeehaus Landtmann I changed into something elegant and went to the state opera. Actually I thought of getting the cheap tickets for the stance for 3-4 Euros. I love how cultural events are affordable for everyone and ordinary folks like me can watch the show just like the rich and famous so we all get a lesson in life through art. Old principle, I know, but no one can say that this world is over-educated. At the entrance I got caught by the ticket mafia and they offered me a totally overpriced ticket for a wonderful seat. Looking at my high heels (after all it was the famous opera where all the elegant balls take place and I wanted to pay my respect to the location and dress nicely) I was easily tempted to make that deal happen. So from my balcony I had a good view on the stage and the musicians. That night they would show the ballet Onegin with music by Tchaikovsky and the story by poet Alexander Puschkin.
It was my first ballet and I can say it was never boring as they managed to transport all the story and emotion without words. Also the Duke Onegin had absolutely the most beautiful legs I have ever seen in a man. Men should wear tights more often so we girls can check them out better! And the story could not be more up to date! There is this guy, Duke Onegin who is very attractive but has commitment issues (back in those days it was called being a dandy). He meets Tatyana, a very intelligent young lady, and once she has fallen for him, he turns cold and flirts with her pretty sister Olga. Olga has a financé who is jealous when she dances with Onegin, because Onegin is a hell of a dancer and everytime a ballerina gets down solo with him he brings incredible movements out of her. When he dances and lifts her like gravity doesn’t exist he makes every woman feel amazing and special. But Onegin kills the financé in a duel and Olga and Tatyana are both broken. Years later he meets with Tatyana again and she is married to this older but very successful prince and of course Onegin wants back what he cannot have anymore. He desires Tatyana like a mad men. She is very close to giving in but after one last sexy dance she finds the strength to send him away before he ruins her marriage and Onegin is the unhappy loser. Heroes like Mr. Big from Sex and City or Christian Grey from the famous Fifty Shades echo in this story. Only the ending of Puschkin, it seems, is too feminist for Hollywood.
Full of music and images I strolled back to the hotel on a very warm April night. Vienna made it so easy to fall in love with it. It gave me an amazing day with great food and entertainment and I desire to have this again. People were always friendly even after discovering my German origin. So it deserves all the credit it gets from the rankings of happiness.
Liebe Grüße
K.