This was in a bathroom in the Stadtpark. It says, "You hate me because I could love you. Against homophobia!" I like it. Most of the graffiti you see here has to do with Nazis. You see lots of swastikas that have since been crossed out by someone else. I had no idea that issue was still so prevalent. 

Getrud (my flatmate) explaining something about Austria to us, as usual. 

Jose being silly. Everyone should have a Jose to hang out with. 

I look like I'm giving someone the stare of death. I'm not sure what that is, but I'm definitely doing it. 

This is how we amuse ourselves, since obviously no one had room to pack a t.v./movies/cd player/games or anything like that. 

Not sure what's going on here. 

Jen was feeling artsy and took a bunch of cool pictures through wine bottles. 

Close encounter of the third kind. Thanks, Jen. 

The drink of choice for the evening, thanks to Noel from Ireland: Bailey's Irish Cream. 

Jose being a goof once again. Silly Spaniard. ; ) 

A blurry picture from a house party for the students in my intensive German course. L to R: Marcjanna (Poland), Mette (Denmark), and me. 

The following pictures are from a trip Jen, Tom, and I took with Jen's dad to a local mountain called Schoeckl. Before we left, we stopped at a cafe to get some coffee. Only in Austria would there be a cat sitting on a seat at one of the tables. 

Does anyone else find these scarecrows ridiculously frightening? If it was a little kid, I would wet my pants for sure. 

Riding up the mountain in a gondola with Tom and Jen. 

The hotel at the top of the Shoeckl. 

There is a Biergarten at the top of literally every mountain. It's both hilarious and wonderful. 

The landscape at the top of the mountain was really bizarre. We weren't above the treeline, but it was very jagged and rocky. Bright blue and purple flowers were growing everywhere, though. It sort of looked like a cemetery. 

Here are some of the flowers that were growing all over the place. 

pretty blue flowers. what are these called? bluebells...? 

We are definitely in Catholic country. There are lots of crosses and cruficixions everywhere. 

beautiful. 

A view from the right... 

At the top of the mountain, they had a few of these wooden ramps to run off of when you're hangliding. They were really freaking scary. 

We heard a bunch of cowbells and eventually stumbled upon about 7 or 8 cows just roaming around and grazing. I'm trying to see how close this one will let me get. 

She turned out to be a total sweetheart. Jen and I named her Bertha.