Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A GOOD GLASS OF ICE TEA

How I Miss My Ice Tea When Traveling

When biking from Munich to Vienna we laid over a day in Linz. After a lecture on Austrian history and economy in the morning we were bused up a long steep hill to Maunthausen concentration camp. (More on that another day) I was sure glad we didn’t have to bike up that hill.

In the afternoon we did a walking tour of the city. We walked the town square and viewed the town hall where Hitler, in 1938, announced his 1000 year empire plan, then passed by the house Mozart lived in while he wrote the Linz Opera. We hiked the hill to visit the museum in the castle.

Late afternoon when we got back to the hotel I was dying for a nice big glass of ice tea, something unheard of in most of Europe. After entering the hotel I went directly to the bar and asked, “May I buy a cup of hot tea?”

“Certainly,” the young bartender replied.

After being given my tea I requested, “Now, may I have the largest container you have full of ice?”

“Really?” the surprised bartender questioned, as he gave me a strange look.

“Please. And may I take this all up to my room? I will return everything to you when I come down to dinner.”

And that is how I got my one and only delicious glass of ice tea on the entire trip. No doubt, I was probably labeled, ‘a crazy American’. But did I care? I’d had my fill of chilled juice and water. Barely chilled sodas just don’t do it for me, so I’d forgone them. Most of the world just doesn’t know that ice tea is the national drink of Texas!

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