I’m back “home” in Porto after a week working in Lisbon and in Innsbruck Austria.
I was at the school of social work and social policy) at the University of Lisbon and then at MCI Innsbruck. Last week was a succession of trains, metros, plans, taxis, vans and bikes.
The trip to Innsbruck was like a Wes Anderson movie. Austrian Airlines cancelled the Frankfurt to Innsbruck leg, leaving a group of stranded strangers who for one reason or another needed to get to Innsbruck Thursday night. There were the two beautiful and friendly young women from Sweden who won a radio contest to meet Ed Sheeran and watch a private concert in a resort in the Alps. An older gentile couple from France needed to be at a conference. Four middle-aged guys from Denmark had a long ski weekend planned. Then there was a highly anxious and excitable 40-something man from Spain in a suit, with a small black carry-on and not a word of English in his vocabulary. In fact, the only word that he could say was “trem”. I’m not sure if that is train or just “trem”.
The short story is that I finally arrived at Innsbruck @2am after shouting in desperation to the line of people at Lufthansa check in line “does anyone speak Spanish” (there was) and he helped me to get my highly anxious and confused Spaniard –who attached himself to me at the gate like a heat seeking missile– into a cab to a hotel. J and M, the two Swedish girls who won the trip joined me on a flight to Munich Germany, closer to the border, and then got me stowed onto their van ride. Klaus the taciturn Tyrolean drove the three of us and some other sleepy people through the mountains in pouring rain and we all arrived safely.
Today I saw my Spanish friend at the Innsbruck airport at 6am. He saw me and said “Trem”.
Honestly– I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
I had a great experience at both Universities, although the two cities could not be more different. Lisbon is warm and Mediterranean, with the Tagus river meeting the Atlantic under a brilliant blue sky. It is said that the light is magical in Lisbon. From my viewpoint at the University I could see the iconic 25th of April bridge across the Tagus. I love Lisbon and I will miss this beautiful city of trams, tiles, bridges and the Atlantic.
Innsbruck is in a valley surrounded by the snowy alps and divided by the Inn river. The snow when it falls at night resembles the Swarovski crystals produced in the city. The old city looks like an illustration that you would see in a children’s book. Biking around the city I saw dozens of people with fir trees strapped to their cars. The Christmas markets are an event of unabashed consumerism fueled by alcoholic punch, lots of bread products and singing Italians, Germans and Austrians all surrounded by fir trees, fires and twinkling lights. I finally got some of the “Christmas spirit” during my short stay.
I’m wrapping my work up here this week and saying goodbye to old and new friends. Then home.