Rate of Change

Waking up to a Sunday morning with hot coffee and a homemade breakfast in my apartment. And that’s saying a lot. After the whirlwind of coming to Vienna and immediately jumping into a job sight unseen, I haven’t had a chance to unwind, relax, or have a space to call my own.

But through cosmic coincidence I did manage to find an apartment, and I am almost moved in – meaning that most of my stuff is here but there is work to do to make this apartment my home. This modern life gives us the gift of travel and the ability to observe, interact with, and be a part of several different cultures within the span of a lifetime. That is beautiful. I am now teaching in my fifth country on my fourth continent (5th if you count Central America), and I consider myself blessed to be able to hang my hat in Europe for awhile. But I this morning I realized that in the past three months I have used four different SIM cards in my phone — China, USA, Guatemala, and Austria. Thank you Hong Kong, for producing & selling unlocked phones for the world-weary traveler!

I also realized somewhere along the way that traveling in space also means traveling in time. Vienna is older than god, and my apartment, a simple dwelling, is over 100 years old and it is in a part of the city (18th District) that used to be a village! So there are places much older, that have withstood the slings and arrows of human history. Vienna is grand, stately, civilized like nowhere else I have ever been. The streets are clean and the people respect — nay, revere — their artists. I can’t wait to get settled and take the opportunity to see the best the world has to offer in classical music, as well as the jazz and other music that comes this way. But for now, for next weekend – Oktoberfest Vienna!

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The simple things – morning coffee in my own apartment.

 

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Steeple of the church in the Bischof Faberplatz, up the block from my place.

 

Hypermodernism and Old Vienna

As an international teacher, I get the opportunity to lift myself from one fishbowl and deposit myself in another. Although airplanes make traversing the planet a matter of time and money rather than physics, I am not so sure our genetics have caught up to our technology.

But even while sleep-deprived it is easy to see the grandeur, the cleanliness, the organization, the accessibility, and the incredible beauty of Vienna.  After the slate and concrete of Shanghai, the majestic old trees and the green spaces augment the crisp, clean air and the blue skies. The ceilings are three to four meters high and the architecture gives the city a regal carriage unlike anywhere else I’ve ever been — and I’ve been to a lot of places.

Stay tuned for more as I get to know the city better. To teach music in Vienna is a dream, and I definitely have not woken up yet…