First - very sad news about my camera. After 4 very loyal years of service, my camera has passed. The camera repair company said the main board is dead, and needs to be replaced, which would cost more than buying a new-used one. So, it was with a heavy heart that I had to pull the plug. I bought a new-used 40D on Amazon.at (with only 4500 shots) and am now waiting on it. Funeral services will be pending for my former camera upon my return to the states. The best part too - my back up camera broke yesterday too! YAY!
I have pissed off the camera gods.
Also - the delay in updating is due to an unexpected study of the Austrian Health Care system.
Anyway - I decided I needed to get away this weekend. When looking at my schedule, there are only a few weekends in which we really get a chance to escape and see things. So, I ended up at the train station, still uncertain where I wanted to go. The next thing I knew, I had a ticket to Florence, Italy! Birthplace of the Renaissance!
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| Worth springing for the bed! |
I took an overnight train to Venice, then a high-speed train to Florence, and arrived around noon the next day. I went ahead and just booked with the local Hosteling International affiliate, since I only paid for 30 minutes at the internet cafe, and didn't have time to read up on other Hostel options, and HI has always been reliable in the past.
I really had mixed feelings on the place. On one hand it was quite possibly the most beautiful hostel I have ever seen in my life. It is a converted 15th century vineyard, and it is also a camp ground. It was gorgeous! On the other hand it was a bit away from the city center. Overall, it was worth the price I paid. I do recommend it, though probably more so if you have a few days in Florence.
Florence was absolutely beautiful! A smaller city than I expected, but not a small town in any sense of the word. It was so easy to just wander up and down the streets, and just admire. Brunelleschi's cathedral dome peeks out from the most random places. I really thought it would *dominate* the landscape, instead it just fits right in, and it's quite the sight when you turn a corner and see the big red roof again.
I came close to calling the program director to tell her I was dropping out and moving to Florence. The city was overwhelming with art and music. Plus, just the knowledge that the Renaissance began in these very streets, was exciting for me. I am somewhat of a fan of the Medici family history (by the way there is a really good documentary about this family available streaming on Netflix!) so it was really great to see the products of their patrons.
I went to Florence with no guidebook, or any idea what I wanted to do (other than *be* in Florence) so it was fun to fall into things. I walked down this corridor, and there were statues of famous Florentines, Cosimo
Pater Patriae de'Medici, Lorenzo,
il Magnifico, de'Medici, Donatello, Galileo Galilei, Amerigo Vespuci, it was really cool (and almost like a live pop-quiz! How much could I remember??) and then, I saw it, I came, face-to-face, with the author of, quite possibly, my favorite work in the field of Political Science, and probably the most controversial
And I fan-girled! Called my best friend, who is about the only person on the planet who would understand my geek-out moment. He promptly informed me that I should buy a copy of
Il Principe and take a photo with me holding it next to him.
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| Done! It's great to have geeky friends! |
The first gelato I ever had was in Portugal, but the best gelato I ever had was in Florence. It was heavenly. The first one I had was a fruit flavor, and it was made with
fresh fruit, and was - simply an experience.
I ate pizza, for pretty much every meal except breakfast, and had some of the most amazing wine.
Talking with a woman in a shop she was telling me that I should go to Pisa, since it is not far at all.
So my timeline was this:
Friday night - leave Vienna
Saturday 8am - arrive Venice
Saturday 12pm - arrive Florence
Sunday 9am - leave Florence
Sunday 10am - arrive Pisa
Sunday 1pm - leave Pisa
Sunday 2pm - arrive Florence
Sunday 7pm - leave Florence
Sunday 9pm - arrive Venice
Sunday 10pm** - leave Venice
Monday 8am - arrive Vienna
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yea, except the train was delayed by an hour!
The only thing I really wanted to see in Pisa was the tower (duh), but I think I could have wasted a whole day in that town just exploring. I am not certain I could have done much more than a day (again, no guidebook with me to tell me what I missed!). But, since there was still so much in Florence I wanted to see, I only spent a few hours seeing the tower and wandering the city before heading back. I chose not to go inside, the wait was about 2-3 hours, and it really did look like it would fall over, which made me uneasy.
The Duomo had been closed on Saturday, so I went to see it Sunday. The line was so long, but moved very efficiently. It was incredible to see. The dome really is a masterpiece, an ingenious feat of engineering.
Overall, Florence was amazing, and I really want to go back and spend some real time there. I met a number of people that went to Florence to study, and ended up staying. It truly is an inspiring city!
You can see all of my Florence and Pisa pictures
HERE and
HERE
Upon getting back to Vienna, I was in a lot of pain and not certain why. I had a test on Tuesday that I was trying to study for, but it hurt to sit, to stand, walk, even lie down. I emailed my professor explaining that I was going to sit through the test and leave early and I asked the Student Services coordinator to make an appointment for me on Wednesday morning. Tuesday afternoon, I couldn't bear the pain anymore. I called my professor crying asking if I could please have a make-up exam.
The doctor ended up being right next door. This is where I got a new appreciation for the language barrier. The receptionist did not speak a word of English, I am in a lot of pain, and trying to explain it to her using gestures and pointing, because I do not speak a word of German (okay, that's not entirely true, I can now count to 10, tell you my name, where I am from, and that I do no speak German!). The Student Services coordinator translated via phone for me. I don't entirely know what she told her, but I ended up getting put to the front of the line.
The doctor spoke English. She took one look at what was causing me pain and said "You need to go to the hospital for surgery". I got handed a sheet of paper to give to the hospital and bus directions and sent on my way. All I know is, whatever is causing me pain, needs to be removed. I do not know what kind of surgery this is going to be, and frankly, I am none too excited about the idea of someone taking a knife to me at all.
The Globals coordinator met me at the hospital to translate, which I was so grateful for. While I waited for her, I was trying to be as brave as possible. I was in pain, I was sitting in a hospital after being told I needed surgery, and there were signs everywhere I couldn't read, people were speaking to each other very rapidly in a language I couldn't understand, to top it off, I didn't even know the 'process'. Who was I supposed to give this paper to? What building/floor/wing was I supposed to be in?
The place someone had told me to go was fairly empty and no one in the waiting room spoke English. So I just sat in a corner and waited...
...and waited...
....waited some more. I saw no one in a "hospital uniform". Finally, someone came in and rang a bell (which I had no idea about) and a nurse came out. Okay, so, I figured out how to get the nurse! I handed a nurse the paper, and she started asking me questions. Finally, I figured out that she needed my passport (luckily I had it!), then she wandered away with it and I didn't see her again for another 10 minutes or so.
I had always thought about the people who move to the United States, if they get hurt or sick, and have to seek medical care, I always wondered how scary it might be to not be able to explain, or understand, what is happening to you, to be trying to understand something that is hard enough to understand in your native language (I don't speak doctor), and then have this huge language barrier. Now that I have personally experienced it, I am quite surprised that I didn't break down (first and foremost because I am the world's biggest baby when I am hurt or sick). I don't think I ever felt more like 'an outsider' than I did in the hospital waiting room.
The Globals coordinator arrived around the time that the nurse called me back. The two of them spoke German back and forth and next thing I knew I was on the table and the doctor was explaining the procedure.
The doctor was wonderful, he explained everything very clearly to me, told me what he was going to do, when he was going to do it. The nurses were very kind too, rubbed my shoulders when I was crying or screaming.
All in all, local anesthetics, and some pain pills, two doctors offices, and 3 1/2 hours after walking into the first doctor's office I was back in my apartment. It was the most efficient process I've ever experienced with any sort of medical system.
I have been having to go back to the hospital daily to have my bandages changed. After today's visit they had the bill for me. 335euros! 335! Incredible! My daily visits for bandages were 6 euros each! I had anesthetics, which in the US alone would have been a couple hundred dollars, doctors consultations, and 'surgery' and it was only 335euros! Which my health insurance that Webster provides us will reimburse me.
My daily hospital visits too are incredible. I get in at 8am, the first visit I was back home at 10 (stopped at grocery store), the next one only took 40 minutes. I go to the doctors office in the US and don't get in and out that fast.
I don't know how someone is ever going to argue that the US has the best system for Health Care to me ever again. Not after what I experienced here.
Anyway, I am feeling
much better now. I am going to take a trip to Prague, Czech Republic this weekend. It is our last weekend that we have a chance to get away before midterms, papers, and finals. Then it will be off to the next destination!