No Reservations

 Though I have no idea how to break into the business, it has always been my dream to become the next Anthony Bourdain. Perhaps with less of an attitude problem, and a greater desire to push my boundaries and keep snarky comments to myself.

 Alright, so maybe I'm not that eager to jump in front of a camera, but hey, what a sweet gig! If you've never heard of him, Anthony Bourdain hosts a travel-the-world-one-plate-at-a-time show called No Reservations, the title of which has become one of my personal mantras. While the phrase could be taken many ways, I like to think of it as having nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I'll go into a situation with no reservations.

Latelly this has led me to tour the Catacombs beneath St. Stephens, drink copious amounts of sweet Austrian wine, spontaneously travel to Croatia, and hear Carmina Burana performed at the Musikverein.

In Lieu of chronicling every last detail here are some photos:

After watching Bourdain's Vienna episode Holly and I set out to track down the perfect Sausage and tour the city.

April Fools!

Meredith and I at the Easter Market in true Hapsburg style.

Unfortunately the Easter season has passed, thus marking an end to the Milka Egg era of my stay. Alas, I'll be filling my suitcase with other chocolately confections and shall continue to live every moment here as if my stay is coming to a close.

Oh, well, it sort of is.

Prost, to Spring and new adventures.

-Austrian Muffin, and my Husky friends