Work

Today, or perhaps next week, is my 5 year anniversary of working in the same place.  Not with the same company, but being in the same seat or near enough to the same seat. When I started here I was working for one company as a consultant, sitting in a small cubicle.  2 years later my company sold my business group to an investment firm and *BAM* new company, which also means new policies, etc.  I just stayed in my cubicle working as diligently as always.  One and a half years after that my company didn't even try to win the bid for the new contract so I was in danger of losing my job.  Luckily the company who did win the bid had no clue what my job entailed and gave me a raise to stay.  They also gave me an office.  So here I am another year and a half later sitting in said office thinking upon my 5 years in the same position, but with no recognition that I have even hit this 5 year milestone what with all the change that happens around this joint. It leads me to think of how I got here in this office with no windows.

 My first 2 jobs out of college I hated.  The first one I stayed in for only 4 months because I was tucked away on a military base in a small southern town were I didn't know a soul in a house literally crawling with cockroaches; I was only 1 block away from the Chattahoochee. I worked in a huge building with 3 people, all of whom were ex-military and decades older than I. The second one I lasted a year, but only by necessity. My boss was a micro manager who had his one favorite employee and damn the rest of us.

Let me tell you a lovely story about that boss.  I have plenty, but this one still pisses me off to this day.  Actually everything that boss did pisses me off, from telling me to drive to a meeting and saying I should be able to know how to get there without directions because I made maps of the county (said county is 271 sq miles and I had been working in said county for 1 month), to making me go to meetings were I was the lone female in a group of 200 men who made up the roads and drainage crews for the city  (nothing like being sexually harassed at meetings, but still being forced to go) to telling me that if I ate lunch at my desk, we had no break room, that I would have to answer and do anything he wanted me to do ( I promptly began eating in my car in the parking lot) . Anyhoo this one day the boss approaches my cube, and asks me to come to his office.  I begin to make my way over when he tells me I need to bring a notepad.  I grab it then follow him to his office, both of us passing the department admin who is reading a romance novel.  The first thing out of his mouth after I sit in his office is "This might offend you, but...".  You know you are going to love what your dickhead boss, whom you already hate with a passion, says when this is how he starts off a sentence.

"This might offend you, but I need you to take dictation and compose a letter to someone for me".

"Actually, it does offend me" I say. " I didn't go to college for 6 years and get 2 specialized degrees in order to be a secretary".

He sputters "Well, this is what you have to do to get ahead...I had to do this for my bosses, blah, blah, blah:".

Needless to say I made my anger be known and then wrote that fucking letter for him and gave it to him.  To piss me off even more he then walks passed the mailbox and the copier, hands me the letter and an addressed envelope and tells me to make a copy and mail it.  Let's just say that I cried daily the entire time I worked in that office.

So what the long ass story above is trying to illustrate is how I felt when I came to be sitting in the seat I am now.  I came from two horrible jobs to this mecca of paradise.  When I first began working at this "location" (we'll just call it a location since my company's have changed, but the business I consult to is the same) I was down on life after college. I hated my jobs and was wondering if this one would be any better. Well it was.  The people who worked in my department, essentially my clients, were awesome.  Everyone was all kumbaya and had been working together for awhile.  We all got along and when you got irritated at someone it was more like being pissed at a sibling. I wasn't the biggest fan of the company I worked for, but my clients were amazing.  5 years later now and people have come and gone, most not by choice what with the continuously evolving climate. When I got hired by my 3rd company most of the people who I had worked with for 3 1/2 years got laid off.  The new team that was assembled wasn't kumbaya at all. They were just a mishmash of people who didn't give  fuck about one another.  One by one they have been leaving, either by firing or free will, and now there is an even newer team in place who are the biggest dicks of all.  No one works together, everyone is angry, and when you are pissed at these people it's like being in a fight with someone you hate... the hate just gets a little stronger everyday.

I'm to the point now, after 5 years in the same seat, of wanting out.  I want my kumbaya back, but have been burned so many times that I am afraid of what is out there.  Perhaps what I will get instead of kumbaya is another dreaded boss.  While my team that I work with is awful, my company is the best it has ever been.  My newest bosses are the best I have ever had and truly care about their employees. I have never worked for such a caring company.  It's hard to think of what I will lose if I go out in the work force again.  What to do, what to do??  I know most people experience these same issues and was wondering if you, my readers (what is left of them anyway), have any advice for me.

Thanks friends!

My Bathroom Renovation

Guess what?  Thanks to some rotting boards on the floor of my bathroom I will be renovating the bad boy sooner rather than later.  Good for my love of design, bad for my pocketbook. At the same time I will also be redoing a bit of my kitchen.  Why do both at the same time?? Because I already started buying kitchen items and the ball is rolling.  Let's hope that the bathroom dealio isn't immensely expensive.  I guess the nice thing is that my bathroom is 5x6 (not counting the tub area).  The only negative is that the house was built in 1910ish and who knows whats lingering under the floor boards. I'm sure they will have to replace the sub flooring, what with the leak, but I'm hoping nothing else major is happening.  So today I am posting a mood board of my new and improved bathroom..or at least what it will look like once it's been improved.  I'm going for a modern and crisp, yet semi-cheap approach.  After all, who knows how long I'll be in this house.

My Bathroom Reno by bella-zella on Polyvore

*Toilet by American Standard
*Penny round tile in moss from thetileshop.com
*Lillangen sink cabinet from Ikea
*Dalskar sink faucet from Ikea
*Molger bathroom mirror from Ikea- It looks like crap in the mood board, but HERE is a better picture
*Light by kichler nicholson on wayfair.com

Election Day Recipe

Here's were I tell you to go vote right?  Ummmmmm probably not.  While you should vote, I'm not going to tell / remind you because if you didn't remember today is election day then you shouldn't fucking vote and if you don't want to vote well then don't.  It's your right as a citizen to not vote. Who am I to tell you otherwise? Do realize though that these are the people out there voting:

Anyways I'm sick of this election and am so glad it's about to be over (until the lawyers get involved of course). A couple of weeks ago I threw together a super easy meal and thought you might want the recipe.  Just keep in mind it's not precise (at all).  I'll call it goat cheesy pasta

Goat Cheesy Pasta
-whole wheat noodles (fun shapes are good.  oh and you can use regular noodles if you want).
-vegetables ( I went with asparagus and arugula)
-goat cheese (makes sens right?)
-squeezed lemon juice
-salt n' peppa (the spices, not the girl duo)

-Basically cook you noodles like you like them and save a large spoonful or 2 of the well salted pasta water.
-I then cooked the asparagus on the stove top.  Little olive oil in a pan and throw them over medium heat, stirring every couple minutes until cooked the way you like.  I prefer crunchier and less done, but some people prefer soggy.
-Mix the noodles and cooked vegetable(s).
-add in 4 oz of goat cheese and a spoonful of the water and mix until the goat cheese and water has turned into a sauce.
-add in your greens (spinach or arugula). I like doing this after because I HATE soggy greens, but some people prefer to wilt with the asparagus on the stove top for a moment.
-squeeze 1 lemon over and mix.
-Grate fresh black pepper and then add a teensy bit of salt to taste.  If you salted your pasta water then you shouldn't need to salt the dish much. Use lots of black pepper.
-Eat and enjoy!

Hiking for Dummies

1.  If it says it's gonna be cold, believe 'em.  Weather reporting has gotten much better over the years.

2. If it says it's gonna stop raining by 11 don't buy it.  Apparently what I just mentioned in number one isn't all that accurate.

3. Pack some type of food in your pack.  It sucks to be in the woods with major hunger pains and no food for miles.

4.  If random creepers on the trail hang back until you start hiking, wait them out until some friendly people get on the trail.  It's no good to lose your life on the trail.

5.  Just because your "hiking" shoes were created for trail running doesn't mean they are any good for hiking up mountains; even the little ones we have here in Georgia.

6. Wear layers. You get hot hiking, but once you stop the sweat will make you chilly; especially in winter.

7.  Drink the water that you spent time putting in to your camel pack.  It's pointless to hike in and out with every drop of it.

8.  Hike with dogs, unless your dog is no longer living with you.  In this case find a log, tie a string around it, and pull it behind you during your hike.  It's sort of like the same thing only you don't have to clean up after it.

9.  If it's raining and foggy in the woods chances are good that the views won't be very pretty.

10.  Enjoy the day!  It takes 1 1/2 hours to get to the mountains from Atlanta.  Suck up all that goodness while you can.

The Zombie Family

Just wanted to wish y'all a Happy Halloween from Bella, Tommy, and I!  Don't eat too much candy and whatever you do don't get eaten by Zombies.

Pictures were all created in PicMonkey.  An awesome and FREE photo editing website.

New Recipe Time

When I first started this blog I promised you recipes and delivered... for awhile (search for "recipe" in the search box above to see all).  Then as the blog, my photography and cooking fell by the wayside I stopped posting pictures and recipes.  I got on this crazy eating out spree and it spiraled out of control to where I barely cooked for weeks at a time. Well I'm trying to turn that around. I want to bring you recipes from my adventures in cooking and I want to start cooking more.  I hate that because while it IS easier to eat out, I truly enjoy cooking and trying new things. It's fun.

Anyhoo while I do love cooking, I don't normally bake.  Baking is much too structured for me.  I'm no good at paying attention to exact measurements as any of my friends can tell you.  I distinctly remember making a recipe for whoopie pies and "accidentally" adding one tbsp of baking soda, instead of 1 tsp. I then tried to scoop what I thought was the extra out to no avail.  The recipe turned out fine, but it proved to me that I am horrible at following directions. However I saw a recipe for pumpkin and brown butter blondies (dreamed up by Rasberri Cupcakes) on the internet one day and I immediately pinned it.   I love anything pumpkin so it was a need-to-try.  I also love changing leaves, falling leaves, s'mores, campfires, and anything else fall related, but that's neither here nor there. Last week I was craving sweets and I saw a Pinterest Challenge post from Young House Love so decided I need to bust out this recipe. The Pinterest challenge was created by Katie and Sherry so that people would actually make some of the things they have pinned be it DIY or recipes which is a good thing since I pin a lot and actually follow through with very little. Despite my shitty measuring (and following directions) track record I figured I would make a batch, eat a couple, and bring the rest to work if they were good.  If bad I would consume them all. Just kidding (maybe). Shockingly I did nothing wrong, except maybe not brown the butter long enough, and they were amazing.  As in, I wish pumpkin desserts were accepted year round and not just fall. Check the recipe below and prepare yourself to amaze everyone with your stellar baking skills at your next potluck, thanksgiving meal, work cube, or surprise freezer find. 

Pumpkin & Brown Butter Blondies
1 stick unsalted butter
1/2 cup packed light-brown sugar
1/3 cup sugar
1 large egg
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup pumpkin puree fresh or canned

1 cup plain flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp pumpkin pie spice or (3/4 tsp ground cinnamon,1/8 tsp allspice, and 1/8 tsp ground nutmeg)

1 cup white chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350°F. Brush a 8-inch square baking pan with some melted butter; line pan with a piece of baking paper, leaving a 2-inch overhang on two sides. Butter paper.

To prepare the brown butter: place butter in a small saucepan on low heat until it melts, continue to stir over low heat but keep a close eye on it, as it begins to bubble and the milk solids separate and settle at the bottom of the pan. Stir it frequently at this point, so that the milk solids do not settle at the bottom of the pan for too long and burn. Continue until the mixture turns brown and smells nutty but take care not to leave it for too long or it will taste burnt. Remove from the heat.

In a large bowl, lightly whisk browned butter and sugars until smooth. Whisk in the egg, vanilla, and pumpkin puree. Add pumpkin pie spice, flour, and salt; stir just until moistened (do not overmix). Fold in 1/2 cup of white chocolate chips. Transfer batter to prepared pan; smooth top. Sprinkle with remaining white chocolate chips.

Bake until the top is golden brown and a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, about 30-35 minutes.  Set pan on a wire rack, and let cool completely. Using parchment overhang, lift cake from pan and transfer to a cutting board; cut into 20 pieces. Blondies can be stored for several days in an airtight container in the fridge. Serve at room temperature.

FYI: I tried topping a couple of the bars with butterscotch chips, instead of white choco chips because a work friend isn't a fan of white chocolate (despite them still being inside the bar...sneaky), but while she liked them I wasn't the biggest fan.  A little too sweet for me.  Just know that you can top them with other types of candied "chips".

Here are the other ladies "Pinterest Challenge" posts: Katie, Sherry, Caramel, and Sarah

Wedding Bells

Not for me, but for my bro.  I attended his wedding two weekends ago and had a great time seeing family and old friends.  The wedding venue was gorgeous and the wine was plentiful.  I also got my dance on which is possibly my favorite thing about a wedding, other than the booze, food, and people. I didn't bring my camera along, which was a good thing so I don't have pictures, but I do have some pics I snapped pre-wedding. One is of my bro, new wife, and son.  The other is my cuz' Rachael, her partner, and their 2 kiddos.   

Other than this fun not much else has been going on.  I'm in talks with Dames for Danes rescue on fostering a great dane so there might be a new temporary member of my household soon. 

I've also been cooking at home a lot lately instead of going out to eat at every chance I can get.  Some delicious things I've been making have been: eggplant parmesan and gnocchi (hands up for meatless mondays), salmon sliders, (You must try them! They are amazing!!), mediterranean eggplant and barley salad, shrimp and grits casserole, salt-wrinkled potatoes, and migas (my for-now fave brekkie). 

I also planted a lot of new plants in the backyard to try and make it look a little better.  It does, but the out of control liriope pisses me off. Sad to say, but unless I resod the whole yard I'm stuck cutting that nasty shit down. I'll try and post before and during pics soon.  There are no afters since the yard isn't done. 

I went and saw the Lumineers this past weekend.  I dig them.  They only have one album out so there aren't a bunch of things for them to play, but they had a good vibe and their music sounds great. Next weekend I'm going hiking so get pumped for fall colors pictures.

Bratislava, Slovakia (4 of 4)

Well friends and foes the time is upon us.  It is time to give you the last glimpses of my Euro Vacation. All these posts were brought to you free by my pockets.  Feel free to say thanks or throw a penny in a well. Is it sad that it has taken me a whole month to posts the last pictures of the bunch? I'm so ready for another vacation.  Too bad I've got no vacation time left.  You know how it is.

B and I train it over to Bratislava bright and early in the am. Her dude is going to meet us later that night.  The train ride from Vienna to Bratislava takes about an hour or so.  The double decker train is empty or at least out level is.  Feels kind of lonely. We arrive to the lonely train station that is more in Petrzalka than in Bratislava.  We try and figure out where we go to catch the bus. Finally we make our way to the street.  As we are waiting some Brits come over and ask us which way Old Town Bratislava is, we had assumed we were standing on the proper side of the road- we weren't.  Good thing Brits ask questions. We make our way over to the proper side and get on the bus heading away from Petrzalka and the many communist era buildings that are located there.  Did you know that Petrzalka housing estate is the biggest communist-era concrete block housing in Central Europe?  Nor did I.  They now try and paint the concrete housing bright colors to make things look a bit more chipper. 

The bus finally lands at our stop and we get off walking through the Old Town's cobblestone streets with our suitcases.  That wasn't fun.  When we arrive at our delightful hostel 20 minutes later I am so thankful I can FINALLY ditch the luggage.  B, her man, and I are sharing a 3 bed single.  Nice, except for the bathroom shared with 4 other rooms.

After the luggage drop we head out to the city. Cute place, tight streets, no real car traffic. Lots of cafes and tourists. Street performers abound. 

The other thing I notice as we walk is the amount of graffiti marring the old buildings.  Sad.

We climbed a top the tower that you see in the picture above, St Michael's Gate, and got some fabulous views of the city.  The gate is the only remaining gate to the city and was built in the 14th century.  I pretty much had a heart attack when trying to walk out on to the skinny cat walk. I plastered myself to the walls and used one hand to hold on while, I walked step by step around.  My fear of heights is out of control.  I mean sweaty palms, fast shallow breathing, trembling, one hot mess.  I'm sure the other people out there gave me the stink eye for being such a baby.  Of course B had no such problem.  She was cool as a cucumber.  FYI if you ever go it costs money.  They charge you 9 euro to see the weapons museum and that price includes getting to go out on the balcony. I'm pretty sure most people skip the weapons and go straight to the view.

After checking out the view we decided to leave the Old Town area to check out the sights.  There weren't many.  We did find Grassalkovich Palace where the Slovakian president lives.  We even got to see the changing of the guard.  What an absurd production that was; horn blowing and marching all for the 4 spectators watching.  I'm not sure how often this goes down, but however often it is not many people care. The palace was built in 1760 and was rather gorgeous. There is apparently a large public garden behind it, but we missed out on this.









A little more sight seeing went on as well as some eating. Bryndzové halušky is the national dish of Slovakia and it was delicious.  Basically it's just gnocchi covered in a sheeps milk cheese sauce and topped with bacon.  I got mine without bacon.  Still awesome. I have dreams about that gut bomb of a dish.

About this time jet lag started to catch up with me, as well as being with someone for a week straight.  Keep in mind I'm a single girl and am used to being alone. It's hard to be around people all the time.  I just needed a little me time before I turned into a raging biotch. I took a nap while my friend went out. 

Later in the night we walked about the town some more (pretty much saw everything you could see in the tiny historic area), had a drink at the street festival that was going down, then popped into the cutest library pub I ever did see.  It was this tiny little place with a couple of cafe tables and flowered window boxes outside, and a couple of tables and bookcases filled with books in. The bar is actually a part of the owners flat that he opened up during the weekends.  He had some jamming music playing and had a small menu of a couple of beers and wines. The windows and door were wide open, the furniture was mismatched, the lighting was fantastic.  If this place was in my 'hood I would never leave.  I mean it was that amazing. It's the kind of place a person dreams of owning.





 Finally we had dinner at the fanciest restaurant in Old Town.  The prices were outrageous for the area, but in reality only set me back $30 or so for an entree.  While dining al fresco we observed numerous young people dolled up in their finest.  I'm assuming most were headed to one of the 5 million clubs that dot the area.  The funniest thing was these girls in their 5 inch stilettos trying to not to break their ankles while walking over cobblestones.  I had flashbacks to my college days of walking along River Street in Savannah on my 2 inch heels.  Not quite the same, but still tough. After heading back to the hostel, we past out only to be woken at 5 am by some young foreigners discussing their night and heating up their breakfast.  The joys of staying in a hostel.

The next day we headed over to Bratislava castle.  It was pretty disapointing.  Slovakia spent loads of money rebuilding this castle, but I felt that it seemed like a brand new place with no history.  I would rather have seen the ruins of the orginal built in the 9th century than the stuccoed shiny castle of today. The only positive was the views it offered.  You could see Old Town Bratislava, the Danube, and the massive housing estate of Petrzalka.









After seeing the castle we headed back over to the hostel to pick up our suitcases and head back to the train station.  On our walk we saw the headquarters of Slovak Radio.  The building is super cool looking and this pictures does not do it justice.



We made it to the train station just in time to grab a sandwich and catch the train back to Budapest. I wish I had taken a picture of how massive this 1.5 euro cheese sandwich was.  It was probably the size of my head and a 1 inch thick piece of fried cheese was nestled inside the gigantic bun. B and I both lunched on the one sandwich. I have to make note that most of the random street food I get on international trips tends to be the best and most memorable.  It is always the worst calorically, but always tastes the best. The sandwich looked like the one in this blog post: http://yarbogpragueblague.blogspot.com/2011/02/fried-cheese-sandwich.html#!/2011/02/fried-cheese-sandwich.html .



We arrived back in Budapest at about noon, went back to B's flat, regrouped, and then headed out to one of the famous turkish baths, Széchenyi Spa . Sadly I didn't have my camera so I have no pictures, but here are some that I found from around the web.  I'm mean look at the pics below.  How amazing right?

I was so glad we saved this for the end of the trip.  You pay 3550 forints ($16.30), which covers admission for a day.  Some people get in for free because they have a prescription from a doctor saying the medicinal baths are necessary for treatment. Kinf of awesome!  Leave your stuff in the locker room and then head to the outside pools.  There are 3 pools; a lap pool, a warmer pool (38 C), and a slightly cooler pool (32 C).  The warmer of the two has a fountain and streams of water that you can position yourself under to allow the water to massage you.  The cooler one has a weird circular pool in the middle that you can get in and the current spins you in circles.  Kind of odd.  It's hard to get out once you are in the current, I was flung against some random as I was trying to leave. Inside the building are multiple hot tubs (of all different sizes), saunas, and steam rooms. They are all different temperatures.  So you go into a hot sauna/ steam room, then get in the hot tub, then take a cold shower, and rinse, wash, and repeat. They even had some ice dunk pools that you get in.  Coming from a blazing hot steam room and dunking in ice water is an interesting experience to say the least. Feels quite nice.  Sometimes the water is cloudy and sometimes it smells like sulfur, but that is due to the "natural" composition of the thermal spring water. 

 

After the baths we were pretty wiped, but managed a side trip through Heroes' Square. Heroes' Square, circa 1900,  is a major concrete landmark that is chock full of statues.  The statues are of leaders of the seven tribes who founded Hungary and other main Hungarian historic "players". Surrounding the park are gorgeous old homes, most of which are now embassies. 

After this sight seeing tour we again head back to the flat and then out to dinner at a Thai restaurant.  It was surprisingly good.  I kind of wish we had gone more traditional, but it's what my hosts wanted so I wasn't going to deny them their favorite restaurant. Bedtime came early as did the morning when I had to catch a cab back to the airport.  The flights home were uneventful.  All of my seat companions spoke english and/ or didn't ask me to open things. 

I hope you enjoyed my re-telling of my one vacation in the past 10 years.  If you want to see more pictures of my vacation (not really that many more, but still) then click HERE. Be back next week to give you the deets on my brothers wedding spectacular, which is this weekend.

Hey There Superstar

This past weekend is in the record books and it was a good'in. 

Friday night: pet sitting and bed by 11. Ahhh delightful.

Saturday: 5 year old t-ball game (Ben won the game ball), VIP for a day at Hotoberfest beer festival in O4W, and a show at the Masquerade (Vacationer and Bombay Bicycle Club) with pet sits interspersed throughout.

Sunday: Brunch at Atkins Park with a friend. Pet sits. Lazy Sunday sitting on the deck reading.  Can I just say how pumped I was to be sitting bug spray free on my back porch.  Watched a movie or 2 as well. Best Sunday in awhile.

Game Ball Bad Ass

MMMhhhhh Stout!

T and I cheesing- the pretzel necklaces are on loan

Cycling through the Austrian countryside (3 of 4)

So the day has come to describe my journey cycling through the Austrian countryside. Basically this trip came about when googling things to do close to Vienna or Wien as the Austrians call it. Melk is an hourish train trip away from Vienna.  You leave out of the Westbahnhof station (this train is always going elsewhere and is super nice) and then have to get off in St Polten and wait for another train (this train is not so nice; one car and it's pretty ragtag). I got off the train and immediately rented my bike.  It cost 8 Euro or so. 

There are numerous companies you can rent bikes from.  I happened to pick NextBike.  *The pain in the ass thing about NextBike is that you have to have a phone to call a number in order to rent the bike (using the number on the bike you picked) and to get the code to that bikes lock. Pay attention to the bikes and pick a good one. I picked one that had plenty of air in the tires, but after I picked it and called, I found the seat lowering clasp wouldn't work.  During my phoning the company and arguing with them, some random Austrian came out of the train station and used a wrench to get the clasp to move.  Of course, the clasp wouldn't close well after that so my seat fell down about 4 times before I got the seat in the right spot and the clasp semi-closed.  Since it wasn't closed all the way it hit my leg on every single stroke of the pedal which left me with a gorgeous bruise as a souvenir.  Grrrrr.

Once the bike sitch was settled I moved on to Melk.  The train station is about a 2 minute walk to downtown Melk (it's tiny) and 5 minute walk to Melk Stift (aka the abbey). You immediately notice Melk Abbey because it towers over the town and it's a giant ornate yellow and white building.  Inside the opulence is even more pronounced, especially in the cathedral.  I don't understand why religious people back in the day agreed to paying for such opulence. I guess I'm not religious so I'll never understand. The Stift is still a working abbey today and there are monks who live there.  Sadly, I saw none. I went the route of paying to just view the open bit of abbey myself instead of following a guide.  It costs 10 euro.  I sort of wish I had done the guided tour so I could spout more info, but at least I got to wander at my own speed.














Great view of the countryside





After the Abbey I wandered in to a few of the shops to check out the wares.  They had a great pottery shop where everything was made in house. The owl I purchased is one of my only mementos of the trip.  Once the purchase was made. I hopped on the bike and got rolling.  I decided to stay on the Melk side (Southern) of the Danube for half the trip and then take a ferry over to the opposite side (northern) for the second half of the trip. I could have hopped over the bridge right outside of Melk and saved the ferry boat fee (3 euro), but I wanted to have the experience of taking the ferry.  I will say that the northern side has most of the vineyards so if you want to ride through vineyards the whole trip go that route. The coolest thing about the southern side was that for the first 2 hours I saw maybe 6 cyclists.  The other side is much more heavily trafficked by people on bikes. During the ride to Spitz (where the ferry was) I was mostly riding directly along the Danube, which provided for gorgeous views of the mountains.  I saw multiple castles, one of which is Burgruine-aggstein which you can tour, but I didn't. I also road between the Danube and miles of apple orchards.  It was so peaceful.















The ferry boat was cool. It's a cable powered boat so no motor.  Very quiet ride.  There were no cars on our ride, just cyclists and very few at that.  There is also a camera obscura on board in a viewing room so you could see a still image that looked like it was moving. After the 5 minute ferry ride, i got off in the lovely wine village of Spitz and had some lunch at this great cafe overlooking the Danube.  The food was good, the server spoke a bit of English, and the pastries were amazing.

I then continued my bike ride through the vineyards and along the highway.  This path didn't hug the Danube as much as the opposite side path did.  It also went through more villages and was much more populated.  My next stop was Durnstein, where I was planning on hiking up to the ruins. 









Durnstein was this tiny packed out town with the castle ruins towering over.  I could never find a place to leave my bike chained and was sort of pooped by this time so I didn't wind up hiking up to the ruins.  I'm still disappointed about it.  Durnstein castle was the place where the Duke Leopold of Austria stashed King Richard I Lionheart after he kidnapped him during the third crusade in 1192.  Then the pope excommunicated Leopold for kidnapping a crusader. Cool stuff right? 









I biked through some more tiny towns and vineyards and then made it to Krems - the "big" city (in these parts at least).






Krems:






After the day was up I biked 24 miles and had a lovely bruise forming on my leg.  I also made off with multiple bottle of apricot liquor for friends as well as some local pottery.  I caught the train back to Vienna from Krems. A good day! 

The last post of the trip will be about Bratislava.  I hope to have it up next week, but who knows.