The first week in Padova consisted of more welcome meetings and partying than lectures (in fact, we were expected to miss our courses because of the welcome meeting). There was a tight schedule of partying every night, while at that point, we didn’t have a fixed schedule for our lectures. Welcome to Erasmus life.
Also, I have come to the irrevocable conclusion that there is no such thing as English weather. The first two weeks mainly consisted of rain, wind, fog and cold. There were three days of sunshine in 15 days. Exactly what we would call English weather. But who says it’s English? I remember we had the same thing in Graz and I remember when I went to Berlin with two friends for four days last year and we had three days of rain, and approximately 10 minutes of hail/snow/indefinite precipitation. In April. Tell me more about English weather.
Anyways. Italy is treating me very well and there’s one word for that: food. I’m deadly serious. How the heck do they do that?
But because Austria is nice, too, I came back for a couple of days to celebrate Naw-Rúz with my family. I, too, though not being entirely Austrian and not having grown up in a Christian family (apart from my beloved great-grandmother), am familiar with easter customs in Austria. One of them is pretty luscious in particular – it’s an Easter Bread called “Osterpinze” (pronounced “oh-sta-pin-tseh”, kind of).
This bread, though. Is so so good. Also: how cool is that apricot jam glaze that looks like egg?