I not only have to get used to the culture that makes up Austrian society, but I also have to get used to the four seasons (and unfortunately, I don’t mean the hotel). Being born and raised in LA kind of messes you up weather wise. I mean it gets a bit cooler, then it gets a bit warmer. That’s about it. The four seasons don’t really exist in LA, unless you refer to fire, riot, flood, and earthquake. Let’s not go there though.
Europe experienced a cold snap in September right around the official day of autumn. I took the cold weather in stride. After all, it made sense to me that the weather in autumn would be colder than the weather in summer.
I was at work one day waiting for the coffee machine to work its magic. A co-worker of mine walked in and we started to chat. She made a comment around the lines of, “I can’t believe it’s so cold. It’s like winter, isn’t it?”
I stood there and stared blankly at her for a moment. She then said again, “Isn’t it?”
Stumbling for a moment I replied, “Well, I don’t really know. I’m new to this whole four seasons thing.”
I think she was really surprised by my comment. She just shook her head at me and left.
How am I supposed to know any better?
autumn-in-vienna
