Unfortunately, we were not supposed to arrive at the hostel until after 9 AM. But what were we to do? It's not like anything was open at 6 AM, and it was certainly too cold for us to just plop down and wait...so we entered the hostel. Like a sign from the gods, the door was unlocked, and we stepped into a waiting room where a little doorbell said "Ring if you need a room." So I rang it. I was greeted by a disheveled and bewildered Austrian woman, who scolded me for taking a train that arrived so early. I'm fairly certain that I was called crazy and inconsiderate, and after many apologies on my part and a lot of ranting on her part, we were given the key to a room where we proceeded to pass out until around 9:30 AM.
The town itself was adorable, all stereotypically Austrian and quaint.
This statue was outside of the Fernandeum, a museum that we didn't get to go into. Of course I made time to parody its statue, however.
The Sightseer was one of those buses that allows you to kind of hop on and off at will, so we jumped off at the Bergeisel stop, right before the Ambras. It is the site of the ski jump stadium used in the 1985 Olympics that were held in Innsbruck. It's also got a GREAT view of the entire city.
The bus took a little longer than expected to return, but we did make it to Schloss Ambras eventually...
I was really fascinated by the museum inside. There were a lot of portraits of Phillippine and her sons, as well as the Archduke's second wife, his niece, Anna Caterina Gonzaga and the daughters that she bore Ferdinand. Further into the museum was the chapel, which obviously held a fair amount of religious art.
Rationalizing that we had walked ALL DAY without lunch and that Austria was known for its sweet strudels and fruits, we each guiltlessly ordered a dessert, and were not disappointed.
Feeling confident in our newly-mastered bus skills, we took one up into the mountains to see the Alpenzoo! Unfortunately, it turns out my beloved Steve Madden boots are NOT snow boots and have absolutely no grip on the bottom. I managed to claw my way, slipping and sliding, up to the zoo entrance, terrified of what was going to happen when I had to go back down.
Probably not exactly what the horns were meant for.
The weekend had so far been very relaxed and unstressful, exactly what I had wanted out of my Austrian adventure. At this point, it was dark and cold, so we decided to catch yet another bus back to the hostel to pick up our luggage, after which we planned to sit down in a pub and have a beer before our train departed at 11:05 PM.