Monday morning is generally my time for grocery shopping and the little game I have turned it into. The game is trying to read the labels, as they are all in German, and making it through checkout without the cashier knowing that I barely speak the language. I like to think I win the game every week, expect for the one time I got carded buying a bottle of wine and had to flash my Massachusetts driver’s license. This was a loss because the cashier discovered that I am not in fact Austrian (sad face), and also the legal drinking age in Austria is sixteen. I am nearing twenty one.
After frantically bagging my groceries into my canvas grocery bag (you have to provide your own bags or purchase them, and bag your own groceries- much different than in the States!), I make the short journey back to my residence and The Clitchen. The Clitchen is the kitchen that my roommate and I share. It is in a hallway with seven other Clitchens. The Clitchen is a kitchen in a closet- hence “Clitchen.” It consists of two burners, a sink, a small refrigerator, and a lot of improvisation and fun. The Clitchen has helped create a lot of pasta dishes and omelets, and it has nourished the hearts and souls of two busy travelers (when we’re not off devouring marzipan and pastry).
Thank You Notes:
- Thank you to my parents for always including me in the kitchen. I grew up cooking with my parents, and I am incredibly grateful that I learned how to cook at such a young age- not many people can say that.
- Thank you to Salzburg for a glorious weekend. Yesterday, I embarked on a ten-miler turned sixteen-miler. Beautiful weather as an enabler, I lost track of time, miles, and all sense of responsibility.
- Thank you to Austrian grocery stores for not being open on Sundays. Sunday is a simple day here in Salzburg. It is not a day to play catch-up and cram in all of your errands that you don’t have time for during the week. It is a day to be enjoyed, savored, and found in.