
Here's something that you don't see everyday! We found this cow at the Westbahnhof (West Vienna train station). This purple and white cow is the trademark for the Milka chocolate company. We have found Milka to be one of the very good things about living here. I think we have single handedly paid the salaries of several Milka employees. It is probably the sole reason that we gained 10 lbs right off the bat when we got here. Dan and I have worked hard for 3 weeks straight now to get it off.
We were not at the train station to travel anywhere, it is just the place to start the Mariahilferstrasse shopping tour. This is a long street lined with stores of all kinds. We walked up and down the avenue and enjoyed the window shopping. We found a another KFC and the kids were so excited that we had to eat lunch there. The only other thing we bought were 3 noodles for the pool for the kids. After the shopping, we came home and relaxed by the pool. The kids got in and swam for a bit, but the water temperature is still too cold for me. Dan and I enjoyed just sitting in the sun and relaxing.

We had another first this week. There was a big sale on apricots, so of course, we bought lots. We decided to make jam. They have sugar here that is already mixed with the pectin and you just buy it and add it to the fruit, cook and viola: you're done. You can buy a 1:1, a 2:1, or a 3:1 ratio of fruit to sugar. From that, I'm guessing that canning is a big deal here and that a lot of people do it. We fit right in. We made the 2:1 and it turned out great! Dyllan keeps eating it by the spoonfuls.

Danyon is getting around better and better. He crawls normally now and still does the army crawl on occasion. He has come up with a new way of sitting that he really likes. One leg is out to the side front and the other is bent at the knee backwards. He seems to like this because he can keep his balance as well as move forward to crawl or lay on his belly faster to get to his toys, or lay backwards in a hurry to drink his bottle. It looks to me like it would be painful, but he does it all the time. Maybe we should work on his splits. He seems to be more flexible than any of the other kids.
After being here for almost 5 months, we thought we should report on a few of the differences we have found in Austria vs. North America:
Eggs don't come by the dozen. They come in a variety of sized packages, the largest being 10. The eggs here are predominantly brown.
Sweetened condensed milk comes in a tube (like toothpaste), not a can. Both baking powder and baking soda come in little packets like yeast. And whipping cream can be found in little plastic yogurt containers.
There are no craft stores here. Finding sewing supplies is difficult. There are only 2 fabric stores in town, and I haven't been to them yet, but any craft supply seems to be hard to find.
There is not a store that carries everything. Some try, but you still end up going to another one to find everything on your shopping list. However, the kids argue that everything we need can be found at Manner.
Austrians love their car horns. They honk at everyone, for everything. I've even seen someone get honked at for waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street. Someone else honked at my kids for trying to cross the road at a crosswalk. (I have to admit, the last was unusual. Most people here stop for any pedestrian all the time). It might be a cultural thing, but I still find it rude.
They have favorite words that are used in almost every conversation. Learn these three, and you will fit right in: So, Super, and Schon. Pronounced "tso, zoopair, and shown".
You can not find some baking items that seem to me to be staples: shortening, corn syrup, maple syrup, molasses (don't ask me how they make gingerbread at Christmas time without it--and they must make it because Hansel and Gretel ate it), and liquid vanilla.
The typical Austrian style food is deep fried (schnitzel) or full of fat (hot dogs, sausages and brats) and there are bakeries on every corner, but, there are few overweight people here. Most women have toothpick legs and are very slim.
Cheddar cheese is very expensive over here, but Gouda and Ementaller are very cheap. We have yet to find string cheese.
Pepperoni pizza does not exist here. Even though they have pepperoni, they don't put it on pizza. Salami is the closest you can find.
Even the really cheap bread (like the take home and finish baking rolls, or the pre-made garlic bread you bake) is really, really good.
If you go to a bank and ask for a ledger to balance your check book, they will give you a weird look, and then inform you that they don't have any. If you need to find the balance of your account, you go to the bank and print out a statement.
You can not put a stroller on the bus through the front door--even if they fit. They have to go to the middle or back of the bus or trolley. (It sounds a bit like a human-rights issue to me).
Everyone here wears a scarf--including men (I do have to add, that scarves are found mostly in the winter). And, it seems the more colorful, the better. Some colors or patterns in America are considered to be more masculine and others more feminine. Here the boundaries are completely broken (and I'm not just talking about pink).
Men generally wear their hair longer, and dress in fitted dress shirts and I've even seen some pairs of "skinny" suit pants. Also, I have seen my fair share of capris on men. Traditional Austrian attire for both men and women, is never out of style. People wear it to church and other events where dressing up is required. Some wear it daily (but those are mostly for the tourists sake). Children will wear lederhosen all summer long.
Everyone dresses warmly--even when it's hot out, people will have on a sweater. Babies are no exception. Most parents buy fur-lined covers for their strollers that they zip the baby into. Underneath, the baby will have on a winter coat, hat, and gloves, a long sleeved shirt, and a long-sleeved onsie, pants, knee length socks, and shoes. This is not just for snowy days. They keep them in this much gear until a certain date--no matter the temperature. I think the date is in May. It refers back to the Ice Saint days (around mother's day). I was even approached by a woman who scolded me for not keeping Danyon warm enough. He was dressed and had a sweatshirt and blanket besides. I'm not sure what the temperature outside was, but I do know that I was sweating with my sweatshirt on.
It is absolutely unheard of here to not drink the coffee or the wine. Both are world famous and we've been told several times, that we "might not drink them now, but you will". Yet after 5 months, I still don't have a problem ordering hot chocolate at a coffee shop.
People here use English swear words all the time. This does not mean that they use them in the appropriate context or in the appropriate situations. I've heard them from my German tutor, workers in my home, and Dan, of course, hears them all the time in work meetings. Kids seem to be using them everywhere. You can tell that they learn them from the movies, thus using them in the wrong context. It seems weird to me though, because they have the same words in their own languages. Dane learned a few in his German class at school (okay, okay. He only learned them because some kid pronounced something incorrectly and ended up perking the ears of the teacher who said, "No, no. Don't ever say it that way." I have to admit that I haven't heard Americans going around saying German, French, Italian, or Russian swear words (however, I do live with a Canadian who occasionally uses Russian swear words). Maybe it will be a future trend.
Furniture is smaller, in order to fit into smaller apartments (not because they are smaller people or shorter). Beds do not have box springs and mattresses. They have wooden slats and mattresses.
The local children get out of school by 1:00 or 1:30 everyday. They have to go to school a month longer than the kids in Indiana. It saves money not having to provide lunches and the kids get to eat lunch with their families. Lunch is the main meal here. It does make public transportation full of wild, English swearing kids in the afternoon. There are no school buses and we see kids as young as 5 years old traveling on public transportation by themselves.
Driving in Vienna is a completely different matter. I still can't tell if we're ever in the right lane. They have some lanes for buses, some for trolleys, and some for cars, and sometimes we all share the lanes. Generally the Viennese are very polite drivers and have no trouble letting you in a lane if you messed up. However, we have had the fun experience of someone getting so upset at something we did that they got out of their car at a stoplight and came up to the window and started yelling profanities at us. (These were not in English, so I can't tell you what he was upset about). I guess it's possible that he was just complimenting my beautiful brown eyes, which happen to be the exact shade of the eyes of the Milka cow.