There are a lot of holidays in Austria, but since the UN celebrates a slightly odd combination of Christian, Muslim and Austrian holidays, we have a really hard time keeping track of the local ones. Some mornings, we venture outdoors only to discover that Vienna is like a ghost town — shops closed, sidewalks nearly deserted, lots of open spaces on the trains and buses — even though it’s a weekday and a work day for Dan.
Having the boys in school hasn’t helped us learn the holidays much. The school is open many (but not all) of the days when the shops are closed, and the school doesn’t provide any kind of an official calendar of the school year (even though we’ve asked). We’ve learned to read the notices at the school very carefully. But sometimes we still miss that a holiday — not just at the shops, but one from school — is coming up.
For example, even though this is our third November here, we didn’t realize that November 1 is one of those “big” holidays in Austria. One of those days where the shops are closed, and so are the schools. There were no signs, no notices, at the school. I had this vague thought that November 1 is a big day in the church, and I noticed, last Thursday (October 31), that several shops had signs up saying that they would be closed on Friday. It wasn’t until nearly 10:00 that night, after trick-or-treating that my brain connected the dots and it truly occurred to me that the school might be closed Friday. We texted another parent, who (thankfully) responded very promptly, and it turned out that indeed the schools would be closed Friday. No school. A surprise holiday for the boys.
As much as it’s great to have an unexpected day with the boys at home (almost like getting a snow day!), my brain doesn’t switch gears well for last-minute things like that. And, while it was an unexpected day off for the kids, Dan still had to work, so instead of feeling like I had a surprise holiday, I felt more like I had a surprise 11 hour day of intense work ahead of me.
But, I adjusted. We spent the morning at the park and had a great day. (Dan and I marvelled at the astonishing ability kids have to get up early on days off and sleep in when we have to be somewhere — even though they didn’t know they had the day off when they went to bed the night before, both boys were up before 6, when we’d been dragging them out of bed after 7 every other day last week!)
We’ve been here 2 1/2 years, and this still happens to us, just like it did that first year. Just when we’re starting to feel like we’ve kind of got this figured out, just when we’re starting to feel a little cool, this happens to remind us that we haven’t really and we’re not.
It’s ok, though. That’s just how it is. And Liam’s teacher, when I explained it to her, felt pretty bad about it and promised to write down the rest of the days when the school is closed. So maybe … MAYBE … this unexpected holiday will have been the last.