The past week was our October break. We were given a little over a week off. Addison, Ari and I planned our trip to a small town in Switzerland called Interlaken and then Berlin.

Although our classes ended on a Friday, we decided to stay in Vienna because of the Long Night of the Museums. Lange Nacht der Museen is a single night in Vienna (there is also one in Berlin) when 121 museums are open from 6 p.m. to 1 a.m. and you only need one ticket for all of them.

That night we went to quite a few museums.

We first made our way to the Wien Museum to check out the Gustav Klimt exhibit. This year is Gustav Klimt’s 150 year anniversary so many of the museums around Vienna are exhibiting his different works. The Wien Museum has a lot of his sketches, which was really cool to see, because it’s not very often that you get to see the works in progress of an artist, and especially not a famous one.

Next we visited the Technisches Museum Wien, which was a really incredible museum that exhibited the different technical achievements throughout human history. It was so large that we didn’t get through the second or third floor even after an hour and a half. While we were there we also got to see a mash-up of popular songs performed by a small tesla coil. The coil was preprogrammed to shoot electricity in sync with the music. When the electricity arched away from the metal it would make a sort of buzzing sound that, when added to a piano, drums and a guitar, sounded like music.

We also made our way to the Chocolate Museum and later the Circus Museum. Afterwards we were all exhausted, but looking forward to our trip the next morning.

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I woke up bright and early to catch our train at seven. Ari and I arrived almost at exactly the same time and waited for Addison to arrive. Only when it was about fifteen minutes before the train left did we realized Addison wasn’t coming. He wasn’t answering his phone and he hadn’t arrived on the last five subway trains. Reluctantly, Ari and I boarded our train. About five minutes before the train left Addison called and said his alarm hadn’t gone off, so we had to leave without him.

Lucky for us, we all have EuroRail Passes, which are prepaid and allow us to travel on any train we want. Addison was able to reach the train station in time to catch the next train, so one way or another, we were all going to get to Switzerland.

Our train had three stops and we had to change twice. We traveled from Vienna to Zürich, Zürich to Bern, and then finally Bern to Interlaken.

It was a very long day of traveling and we got to Interlaken around five at night. When Ari and I stepped off the train it was pouring rain and foggy. I was disappointed that the weather was so bad, but it was actually really pretty to see the mountains disappear into fog.

To get to our hostel we had to walk through the town, but the hostel, called Backpackers Villa Sonnenhof, wasn’t too far from the train station. Interlaken has two train stations, which Ari and I found funny because you can basically walk from one to the other in twenty minutes.

Addison finally arrived later that night and we got to check out the hostel, which was really nice. We were in a room with three other people, two of which couldn’t speak english, but everyone was really respectful and we all had individual lockers to keep our things safe. My favorite part about the hostel was the tokens we were given. They allowed us to get at least two hot chocolates every day, which was a great way to warm up after trudging around in the rain.

The view outside our hostel. Interlaken is straight ahead. On either side of the town is a lake, neither of which we got to see, because it was so cloudy while we were there. The town itself is very small, with mostly tourist shops, but it was wonderful to walk down the quite street at night.

The clouds and rain made the entire town feel very isolated. It was impossible to see over into the next town, but it was a wonderful change of pace and made me feel nostalgic for Dorfgastein. At night we fell asleep to the cowbells ringing in the fields right outside the hostel.

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