As kind of an early birthday present to Steve (since we'll be on a farm on his special day), I booked us reservations at the revolving restaurant atop the Danube Tower. To get to the Donauturm, as it is called in Vienna, we took a metro from the apartment we're staying in and walked through the Vienna International Center, which consists of a bunch of tall buildings that house important corporations, and through a big park right outside. You can see here what a beautiful day it was!
The restaurant was 180 meters up and the elevator we rode in had a glass ceiling so we could watch our ascent. Brunch was quite delicious and we ate more than our fair share before going to the rooftop terrace (which is actually right underneath the revolving restaurant). There we watched some people bungee jump and took a bunch of pictures of the gorgeous view.
Once we were tired of watching people bungee jump, we rode the elevator back down and laid in the grass at the park and watched people bungee-jumping from that angle. We made plans with some people we met on the CouchSurfing website in the afternoon, so with the extra time we had to kill we wandered around the various areas of the park around the Donauturm and found a sweet playground. After the playground we walked down the river for a while and it started raining (again) so we turned back.
Our plan with the other CouchSurfers was to meet up at The Pub (I'm sure you remember The Pub from Berlin and Prague) and put in a serious competing team... But when we got to The Pub, it was closed! D: On a Saturday??? Why?!?!?!
But luckily the Mexican guy named Ricardo and the Spanish girl named Alma were up for anything, so we went to a different pub to have a few drinks then headed off to the Vienna Film Festival to see what was playing on the big screen. The Vienna Film Festival had a big screen set up outside with stadium seating and every night for the summer a different show or movie or concert is shown on the big screen. Tonight was a showing of a play about Helen of Troy - which we only figured out because the Deutsch-speaking actors dressed in Greek outfits kept referring to a certain woman as Helen (and the play was named Helen). We sat outside on wet seats for about half an hour before giving up and heading to a club that Alma knew about.
This club would be considered only a bar in the United States. It was a bar, a deejay, a small dance floor, and that's it. But it was still fun and the boys spent most of the night building card castles out of the flyers on the table we sat at.... :)
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