Starkbier and a Return to Salzburg

 

The thing I’m finding most difficult about my current lifestyle isn’t the new country, being away from my friends or even having to work, it’s the routine of it all. Waking up at the same time (too early) every day, getting the same train, seeing the same people. In Salzburg, whilst every Thursday, for example, followed pretty much the same pattern, at least it was always different to every Wednesday. Here, the days seem to blur into one.

 

A few cool things have happened in the last fortnight however, and, don’t get me wrong, it’s not all doom and gloom here; I just had it so good in Salzburg that any change would only be a downgrade. There are some things, however, that you can’t do in Salzburg. Last weekend was the final weekend of the Starkbierfest in Munich – a kind of mini Oktoberfest – so I donned my weird dirndl blouse thing (still haven’t got round to buying an actual dirndl) and went with Katie, Sara and some of Katie’s intern friends. Let’s just say, they don’t call it Starkbier for nothing…. That same night I made a gametime decision to go and see Milburn at a tiny club near my work. It’s been so long since I went to a gig (Salzburg doesn’t really offer anything other than classical music) and it was even nicer to be in a pretty much exclusively British crowd. The gig was loud, sweaty, but so so much fun and I’m really glad I went. After such a mad day, it’s no surprise that Sunday was pretty much a write off (other than an evening trip to the gym, that is).

The weekend before, I shrugged off the terrible weather and headed back to Salzburg for the day to see Adele and the city I fell in love with. The weather being what it was, our options were limited (all the more reason to go back in the summer…), but we had a cute day wandering around, drinking coffee and going to our old favourite, Zirkelwirt, for dinner. All too soon it was time to head back to Munich: leaving Salzburg wasn’t any easier second time around.

In terms of work life, things fluctuate. There are days when I feel lucky to be working at a company with such friendly people and such a nice environment, but other times, like when I’m being asked to stay until 8pm with no overtime, I wonder why I’m doing it. The pay is atrocious, and, whilst I try not to think about that and instead think about the experience I’m getting, it’s difficult not to be demotivated when you’re earning less in a week than the full time employees earn an hour. That being said, at least I’m earning something. It’s a shame the work I’m doing feels so inconsequential and mundane, because I had such high hopes for this placement. Nonetheless, I’m trying to see the positives and to take what I can from it. At least I know no what I don’t want to do in the future!

I’ve booked a few trips for the next few months, and I’m looking forward to summer in Munich and to heading back into the mountains. Boy do I miss those mountains!

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