Vienna Würstelstand

You know you live in a Viennese Altbau when you have to pull splinters out of your feet at least twice a week

You'll never know someone's daily routine as well as you do when living in a shared student flat in a Vienna Altbau with extra-creaky floors

In Vienna we don't say 'Da stimme ich dir zu!', we say 'Voll!' and we think that's beautiful.

If Taylor Swift can perform for 3h in the pouring rain you can survive U6 at rush hour.

Bored? At a party, call Radler beer and let the chaos unfold.

Viennese wisdom: When life gives you oranges, slice them up and put them in your Aperol Spritzer.

Are you really Viennese if you've never smashed a Käsekrainer at a Würstelstand while complaining about your life at 3am?

Things that raise our Wiener Grant levels: People only opening one side of the U-Bahn doors in one of the old subway carriages.

Apparently there are about 4 times as many rats living in Vienna than people – which make it 7.92 million. But where are they all at?

You know you've become Viennese when you can replicate the exact wording and intonation of the announcements on public transport.

If 'oida' was a feeling, it'd be the one you have when taking that extra sprint to catch the U-Bahn only to read 'Sonderzug, bitte nicht einsteigen'.

Do you ever just pause the music of your earpods to show respect to the U-Bahn Star playing?

Bored? Go to a Heuriger, order 'Weißweinschorle‘ and let the chaos unfold.

Not dressing appropriately to the weather situation is our extreme sport this time of year.

Allergy-season is magical. Did we have a break-up? Did we just dice onions? Or did we just have an encounter with a birch tree in Stadtpark? Nobody will ever know.

Instead of 'Travel. Lifestyle. Fashion.' you should really put 'Huckn. Hackln. Sudern.' in your instagram bio.

You know you live in a Viennese Altbau when you have to pull splinters out of your feet at least twice a week.

You aren’t really Viennese if you haven’t caused a 'Liebe Fahrgäste, sie verzögern die Abfahrt.' at least once.

You'll never know someone's daily routine as well as you do when living in a shared student flat in a Vienna Altbau with extra-creaky floors

Vienna's wind is like that toxic ex – just when you think you've moved on and forgotten about it, it comes back to mess everything up