Had I been in OKC, I would have attended Marcy's party; thanks for the invitation, Marcy!
As it turns out, things here in Vienna were a lot of fun and quite memorable. As I knew they'd be.
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There are traditions here. Me, being a guy not too interested in traditions and even less interested in following them, still found it kind of charming.
Speaking of charms---one of the traditions is, you buy good-luck charms for your friends and family. These fall into the category of EDIBLE or INEDIBLE. We chose to buy (and mostly received) the EDIBLE charms because that way, you don't have little trinkets filling up the house after several decades of charm-gettin' and givin'.
New Year's charms: pigs, chimney sweeps, clovers. Chocolate coins are also a favorite.
Another tradition usually occurs around Christmas, but for several reasons we didn't do it until yesterday. That is, you visit the graves of loved ones and place a lit candle there. Because it gets dark early in winter, and so many people light candles at the grave, it's quite beautiful in the graveyards.
There were lit candles at the graveyard yesterday, too, though not nearly as many as on Christmas. B and I drove out to the huge Central Cemetery and she placed candles at the graves of her maternal and paternal grandparents, who are buried side by side.
Vienna's huge Central Cemetery. Note the mist.
Lueger Kirche in the Zentralfriedhof
Driving out of the huge cemetery, we noticed the full moon, low and huge just above the horizon. I shot some video, keeping the moon in my viewfinder as we drove along...
Then to B's parents's house nearby, where we enjoyed coffee and conversation. I'd brought 140 big-band and Swing CDs with me on this trip as a gift for B's dad, who's a big fan of the music of that era. He showed me how he built a new shelf for the CDs, numbered each of them with a little sticker, then wrote down the title of the CD, its sticker number, and other data into a hard-bound book he keeps. He does the same thing with his DVDs, his VHS tapes, his records...anal retentive, or just really organized? You be the judge.
We also doted on their cat, Gri-Gri. She actually "belongs" to someone else in the neighborhood but several years ago the cat decided she'd rather spend her time with B's folks, who were never pet owners and didn't want a pet of any kind. But Gri-Gri kind of charmed her way into their lives and now she has her own special place on the couch, covered with a little towel. She's been told not to lay anywhere else on the couch and amazingly, she obeys.
Gri-Gri, the queen of Simmering.
Back home, we started on our celebration. B prepared a fantastic meal which started with appetizers made from crab meat and caviar.
While eating this, we played a dice game very similar to YAHTZEE.
Meantime, the main course was in the oven----trout stuffed with shrimp and dill, and diced potatoes. It was B's first time to prepare stuffed trout but everything came out perfect, and it was delicious. Watch out for the bones, though...
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For several days leading up to New Year's (or Silvester, as they call it here) you hear fireworks going off. It's all a build-up to the lengthiest fireworks extravaganza I've ever seen, which happens on New Year's Eve. It usually begins several hours before midnight, as the New Year happens in various parts of the world. For instance, there are a lot of Turks here, so when it's midnight in Turkey, you'll hear a lot of fireworks. An hour later, more fireworks as the people of that time-zone who happen to find themselves in Vienna detonate their explosives.
These displays are not the most spectacular, mind you, in terms of OOHing and AHHing, but in terms of enthusiasm and intensity, it's fucking NON-STOP for hours. I am not exaggerating. HOURS.
And none of it administered by the city or state. It's just many thousands of maniacs who spend hundreds or even thousands of Euros on fireworks of various potency.
About 11:30 we set out for the vineyards about a half-mile behind B's house. The streets were wet with moisture and there were literally hundreds of explosions going off. The streets were mostly empty and it was rather like running through a besieged city where nearby firefights were happening. BOOM! BAM! BOOMBOOMBOOM!
Close to the vineyards we encountered groups of people carrying their rockets, heading the same way. It was really foggy---the air was unseasonably warm----but we could see rockets flashing eerily in the foggy skies only a few hundred meters ahead of us. It made me a little nervous, moving TOWARD a bunch of (possibly) drunk psychos firing big rockets...
The vineyards were very muddy. We walked between the vines, which, because they are supported by strands of wire, and because of the constant explosions around us and above us, gave a WW I trench-warfare glow to everything. The mud, the wire, the rockets, the bombardment. Except, no real danger. Unless you count the possibility of catching a rocket that tilts downward just prior to launch.
Vienna itself was far below but the fog was so thick, visibility was very limited---you COULD see some of the larger explosions high in the sky far away, but it was like watching the sun through thick clouds. Nevertheless, all around us, above us on the steep hill, and in the streets just below us: CONSTANT flashes of light and the BOOM! of fireworks.
A few minutes after midnight we walked home and opened our champagne. Fireworks were still going off constantly, even past 2 AM. I put my audio recorder out on the balcony for about five minutes just to record the noise of everything, and I bet there wasn't ten seconds of silence during that entire time; indeed, since about 5 PM.
Another tradition: in a special spoon, we melted little metal figures...a house, a hat, etc. When the metal is melted you dump it into a bowl of cold water where it forms into bizarre, jagged shapes. This is kind of like a 3-D Rorshach test, I guess...you're supposed to look at the distorted metal and figure out what it means.
We stayed up until about 3:30 this morning. Coincidentally, the fireworks finally petered out about that time.
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One last tradition. Every New Year's Day the Vienna Philharmonic broadcasts a concert heard around the world. I'm listening to it now, and occasionally pop into the living room to watch on TV. PBS shows this a couple of times on New Year's Day and I highly recommend it. Interspersed with the music are always interesting little video vignettes that show Vienna at its finest.
Check it out.
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