Viennese Viruses

I don't know if there is something in the supposedly impeccable mountain water that we drink in Vienna, but I feel like I am getting sick here every other week.  I'm eating my fruit and veg (my friend Oliver says 'fruit and veg' with his British accent, and it tickles me to death), I'm trying to sleep enough, I am having a positive outlook on life and my ability to remain healthy, yet I still get colds all the time.  They warned us that we weren't exposed to the Austrian illnesses since they are different strains of viruses or whatever, but I just assumed that I would not be affected.  I idealistically presume that if I decide not to be sick then I won't.  I managed to make that work all week and made it through my rehearsals on Friday, but then I had to cancel my voice lesson yesterday (WHICH I HATE DOING) because I couldn't sing.  Well I could sing to an e or f and then it disappeared.  I don't think that would do if we were going to work on my audition arias...  That's enough about my diva cold and its effect on my life.

Everything is going really well in Wien.  The weather is beautiful, and workshop is in full swing.  I might get to sing in a master class with Linda Watson this wednesday (a Wagnerian soprano who studied in Vienna and knows our director)  if Ian (Papageno) and I can impress Michelle when we run through our scene before the master class.  It would be soooooooo awesome.  I hope we are prepared enough for Michelle, and she says Oh Katy and Ian, you MUST sing for Linda today!  You are amazing!.  I'll wake up now.

I bought some excellent apples at Billa yesterday, and they are rocking my Viennese world.  Waltraud has been gone all weekend, so I've been not wearing clothes and eating apples and watching a lot of BBC television.  My voice teacher ordered me not to do anything this weekend, and I obey.  Her Indian medicine man gave her some recipes that I am supposed to be trying, too.  I did the one with ginger, cayenne pepper, vinegar, and honey, but that is kind of a heinous concoction, so I'm mostly sipping on my ginger tea and thinking happy thoughts.  There is this sort of trashy show on the BBC called The Eastenders that I am kind of intrigued by.   It's like a soap opera at home, except they all have British accents so they automatically seem a little classier to me.


*I wanted to give a shout out to Uncle Roger and Aunt Nancy :-)  I don't have your email addresses, but Grandma and Grandpa said you were reading this and that made me so happy!  This is the only way I know how to say hello to you.  I hope you are doing well, and maybe I'll see you around Christmas when I get back?  Love you!
**Obviously I miss all of you who read my blog.  Even a little more than everyone else.  You are members of an elite group called "People Katy Likes a Little More than Everyone Else Because They Read Her Blog".  So ditto to * for all of you.