Apparently the dictionary experts at Mariam Webster have established the Word of the Year for 2023: “authentic.” (Hmm, somehow putting it in quotation marks makes the word seem less itself.) No doubt this choice says something about our world today (as it is or as we might wish it to be), but maybe it is at least as interesting to think about what one’s personal word of the year might be. (I can think of several good candidates; how about you?)
Or, perhaps it is equally entertaining to brainstorm an “un-word” of the year. Believe it or not, there is such a thing in Austria. (For 2023, it’s “Kanzlermenü,” poking fun at a statement made by the current chancellor.)
But what about a question of the year? Mine would come from Psalm 78, where there’s a line that’s been on my mind a lot lately: “Can God spread a table in the wilderness?”
In its original context, it’s clear that the wandering Israelites pose this query in a spirit of cynical doubt rather than genuine inquiry (although they probably thought they were being “authentic”), and the psalm as a whole offers an uncomfortably clear word against unbelief and stubborn forgetfulness. Nevertheless, God apparently takes such questions seriously: The psalmist recounts how again and again God’s response to his people is not only rather terrifying discipline but also truly outlandish provision. (And the psalm ends on a strong note of hope: God’s giving his oft-beleaguered and always-beloved people a shepherd to guide and care for them.)
Dangling metaphors notwithstanding, this “wanderer about Wien” wants to close out 2023 by pondering that same question asked by the post-Exodus people of God: “Can God spread a table…?” Here’s my effort at a partial answer to that question, potluck-style:
Work
The year 2023 began as 2022 ended, with the job hunt. Searching for a job is never fun, I guess, but it was extra stressful trying to find an employer willing to sponsor a visa and to wait for the slow bureaucratic wheels to turn.
Occasionally the tedium of scrolling through job postings was relieved by a bit of humor, including ads
- in the culture/tourism sector for a conductor of a tourist train (Bummelzug) or for a stall manager for the Lipizzaner horses of the Spanish Riding School,
- in the NGO world for grandiose positions like “Space Economy Consultant” (for a UN partner organization) or “Earth Observation Specialist” (for Doctors without Borders),
- or within Austrian bureaucracy for positions showcasing the glories of German compound nouns (how would you like to work for the Verbrauchergesundheitsinformationssystem [“consumer healthcare information system”]?).
None of those jobs did I apply for, but I did apply for about 80 others, with about 20 interviews resulting. Exhausting.
In March I started working part-time (still on my student visa status) for a small, private, semi-online, business-focused university; in July, after the actual work visa was approved, I shifted to full-time. The university has its base in a town near Salzburg, where it is housed in a small castle.
The Vienna location is in a “planned development project” on the outskirts of Vienna: a mini, self-contained city that feels quite artificial — but on clear days the views from the office are pretty great.
It’s been a significant adjustment, as just about everything is different to my previous job:
- part-time vs. full-time,
- super flexible vs. very set work hours,
- non-profit vs. for-profit,
- primarily English-speaking vs. primarily German-speaking,
- being the only woman on the team vs. being on a team that is almost entirely female,
- being the “expert” in my area of responsibility vs. being daunted by the motto “learning by doing.”
After nine months, I am grateful to have settled into a steady routine — and very thankful for my two great workmates in our local office. The telephone is still highly interruptive to other tasks, but it no longer feels so threatening; I don’t relish the sheer number of hours staring at a computer screen, but there is opportunity for lots of background chatter with my colleagues and for some degree of face-to-face interaction with students (admission counseling, etc.); and the university location means a pretty long commute, but the distance does offer a chance to read, catch up on phone messages, stare vacantly out the train window when I’m too tired for anything else — or the gift of bookending the work day with an hour of cycling each way!
Of course, outside of 8-to-5, a lot else has filled 2023:
Tyrol / Hiking
In May, I spent a long weekend with three friends (and two dogs) in Tyrol. We got in some low-key hiking and a lot of conversation.
In July, I spent several days again in Tyrol, hiking hut-to-hut with friend Stefanie — now our fourth multiday hiking adventure over about ten years of friendship.
The first evening brought in a big storm, with dramatic clouds providing the after dinner entertainment.
Unfortunately the weather prediction was alarming enough that the hut manager strongly advised our foregoing the next day’s tour (the most dramatic of the planned route!). So, along with most of the other hikers, we opted for a “mountain taxi” the next morning, which brought us rather unglamorously to our next destination.
However a window of clearer weather opened in the afternoon, and Stefanie and I traipsed off to a not-too-distant lake, where we enjoyed a leisurely picnic lunch and even a (much less leisurely) swim. We got back to the hut with a touch of panic, as the sunny skies had disappeared and lightning and thunder were too close for comfort.
The next day was partly through a military training zone — a very weird feeling. We were glad to have opted out of one tantalizing side trail: Not long after we chose the alternate path, we saw that the ridge/peak in the other direction was the site of an afternoon training exercise (you can just see the helicopter in the third photo).
Although in the Austrian mountains you are never really that far from civilization, the vistas between huts generally offer a glorious reprieve from anything city-like — instead, vast stretches of green turf or rocky heights, lofty blue skies or close-pressing, enclosing clouds. There’s really not much better than being above tree line!
There is also the hope around each bend of running into a marmot, chamois, or other wildlife. This trip included a bit more dampness than some other years, but that brought out these funny little “dinosaurs” in droves.
Part of the fun of hiking in Austria is the accommodations in the “huts” along the way. They are each unique — varying in size, degree of ambiance, personality of hut managers, quality of cuisine, etc. This trip, on the last evening of the tour, we definitely hit the jackpot — both in terms of warm-hearted hospitality and a great kitchen crew!
The pleasure of the setting was much enhanced not only by having a pretty grueling day behind us but also by the fun of having made some trail friends over the past days (two French-speaking Swiss women and a German couple).
The last morning a few of us got up at a ridiculous hour to watch the sunrise from the nearby peak. Early and chilly, but definitely worth it!
After breakfast — which was quite a spread —
it was down, down, down to the train station. We six split company, and the Swiss gals and I walked the whole way, the other three sparing themselves a bit of the relentless decent by catching a ski lift part of the way.
If you look really closely in the second photo below, you can see the tiny chapel where we watched the sunrise in the morning!
…Besides the longer hiking trip in Tyrol, there have also been a number of day hikes or walks with friends closer to home.
Visitors
In late summer, Hannah and Peter visited for two and a half weeks!
It had been five years since their last visit to Vienna, so it was very special to host them in a new-since-then apartment, introduce them to my favorite café, take walks/hikes in and around the city, and especially spend time with some of the friends they are constantly hearing about. Full days in Vienna!
Together we also ventured to some new places. First, three days in Slovenia:
Oh, the nerve-wracking 18% uphill grade in a standard transmission rental car without especially much get-up-and-go (thank you, Peter, for driving!), oh the countless narrow winding roads.
Oh, the beckoning mountain vistas…
…and the stunningly clear river water,
…and quaint farmland!
After the foray into Slovenia, we finished off our trip with two nights along the “Südsteirische Weinstraße,” the little “Tuscany” of Austria.
Here we were introduced to wine-tasting culture in Austria — conversations at family-run wineries, where our curiosity was welcomed and we learned more than we could possibly digest about types of grapes and methods of processing and storage and even the subtle influence of hillside altitude.
There was also tasty local cuisine to try (and don’t miss the charming “hat” for the soft-boiled egg at breakfast)!
What a place to relax!
After a last couple days together back in Vienna, Hannah and Peter left mid-September, and about a week later my cousin (cousin’s daughter) from New Zealand (via the Netherlands) arrived for a visit. We had last seen each other when she was six years old, so I was not quite sure what to expect or if I could be a cool enough “cousin-aunt” for a week. …It was a splendid time together!
Cosette was game for quite a bit of exploring on her own while I was at work (taking the train for a day hike, borrowing my bike, exploring on foot), and in the evenings we found lots to talk about — from recounting the day’s adventures, to talking about living cross-culturally, to sharing about deeper things of life and faith.
At the end of the week, we took a little trip to the closest mountain (sort of a foothill of the Alps farther west), so that Cosette could have an Austrian hut experience. Hearing Cosette describe the hike as “epic” was very gratifying indeed. And, despite the weather predictions, we were spared getting wet, and even made it home in good time to hunt up some quintessential Wiener Schnitzel for dinner.
…Also in September, my former flatmate Jessica, who moved back to D.C. several years ago, and also a cherished “uncle” and “aunt,” who retired back to the U.S. last year, were all in town. Such visits come and go so quickly, but it was special to reconnect in person while enjoying the autumnal sunshine or sharing a meal together.
Work … Play
In October I had a work trip (in connection with our international office) to visit a partner university in Split, Croatia. Let’s just say there was a lot more free time than I was expecting, and I also didn’t know to expect still summer (swimming) weather!
I enjoyed conducting a daily quality control of Croatian gelato (wow) and soaking up the old town vibe by meandering the narrow streets and sketching in the main square.
One afternoon offered the chance to board a huge ferry to the nearest island, where I took a long walk — enjoying the scent of pines, noting the variety of exotic trees (olive, lemon, lime, pomegranate, kiwi), marveling at the blue-green of the water lapping the rocky shoreline, taking a refreshing dip in a narrow bay.
Another afternoon I joined a smaller group in a speedboat for more swimming and for a visit to another island.
The last evening (which was also Mom’s birthday) I splurged on a fancy restaurant. It was fun to catch glimpses of the chefs at their work behind the high counter that separated the seating area from the kitchen. I savored each course and quite enjoyed the novel experience.
Affirmations
In October the University of Vienna Catholic theology department hosted a semester-opening event that also included an awards ceremony. I was very happy to receive an award for the best master’s thesis in religious studies for 2022.
Also in October I received the happy news that I passed C2 German, which in the Common European Framework of Reference for Languages is the highest level for which you can take an exam. While I feel like I have a ton of room for improvement, it’s a good confidence and CV boost to now have official permission to say that I’m “fluent” in German.
Year’s End
Now Christmas is upon us! We’ve had some early snow here, so that has definitely aided the holiday cheer — as have a couple of choir concerts, visits to a few Christmas markets, and a tiny bit of holiday baking. On Friday I fly to the U.S. and am very much looking forward to celebrating together with family Stateside!
In writing this post, I have been challenged to reflect on the many post-able moments of the past months, to savor and return thanks for the daily bread — the gracious feast — that has been provided.
Speaking of victuals, and to end on a note of humor, Hannah snapped a photo of the following bizarre historical account in a tiny town we passed through in Slovenia.
Wishing you smoother travels and better nourishment, and true refreshment for body and soul, in 2024.