Disclaimer: I went to Vienna together with my boyfriend and his twin sister beginning of June 2014. We lucked out with amazing weather, while the weather in Belgium was atrocious (huge hail storms, anyone?). We’re more the walk-around-and-eat-great-food type, so this was a relaxing holiday and a get-to-know-Vienna trip (both my sister-in-law’s and mine first time in Vienna!). We rented an apartment through AirBNB.
Day two was more organised: we had breakfast at Café Mozart (in front of Hotel Sacher), had a walk-through at the Kunsthistorisches Museum (hello, Maria-Theresia and Franz Joseph!), did a quick skip through Spittelberg (where both The Boyfriend and the sister-in-law spent money on necessary equipment, like vests and bags) and gazed at the Karlskirche. Beautiful church, really. Next time we’re there (which can’t be soon enough) we’ll go inside as well, but we had a schedule to keep to. Which meant: off we went, to Belvedere!
Entering Belvedere is like entering a fairy tale and we didn’t even go inside. The gardens are breathtaking, with excruciating details and wondrous ideas. I think I speak for the three of us when I say we thought it beautiful. And took millions of pictures. After the splendour of Belvedere (who knew generals had so much money?), we left for the joyous fun of the Prater. Where we went into the giant wheel, obviously. No way around it: we had to have been in that thing. It was nice, but not ‘wow’. Still glad we visited, though.
Now, just for your information: we did not take the subway everywhere. In fact, if we took the subway five times during those five days, it will have been a lot. My feet were killing me at the end of each day, without fault. I have wussy feet, but I’ve learned to live with them. Our dinner was to be found in Spittelbergstrasse, where we had the best Wiener Schnitzels I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. The baked potatoes and salad they gave were great as well. I just didn’t manage to finish it all: it was too much. Really. Two huge schnitzels per person and I’m already a fairly small eater (especially compared to my companions). It was great, though. A wonderful location.
Back home, we discovered there were huge hailstones in Belgium, disrupting the final friendly football match between the Red Devils and Tunesia. We should have known, really: we had fantastic weather, something had to go wrong somewhere.