Sound of music

Day 68 of the project,
on the train somewhere between Budapest and Ljubljana

Vienna, or Wien, as it is actually called in German, brings many superlatives to a traveler's lips. Gorgeous Baroque and Rococo architecture that has been immaculately maintained. Stunning museums that showcase incredible volumes of significant artwork. Delicious foods (hello Wiener schnitzel and sacher tort) in adorable cafes. Beer and wine galore. Opera and choirs in every theater.

However, for this traveler, my memory of Austria is anchored in music. I am not a classical music connoisseur, but there is something magical about the symphony. My timing in Vienna could not have been better; the annual classical music festival at the Grafenegg was coming to a close. The finale was definitely a special performance. Not only was the world-renowned Vienna philharmonic orchestra performing, but the guest conductor was the very famous Venezuelan Gustav Dudamel (on loan from the Los Angeles philharmonic). And the Grafenegg itself was an amazing draw--a beautiful castle with a brand new, state-of-the-art outdoor amphitheater about 40 minutes outside of Vienna. I was shocked it was not sold out.

Philharmonic orchestra just before intermission. Photo courtesy of Cody Christopher

The event started perfectly. Prior to the main performance, a chamber orchestra gave a performance inside the castle courtyard. This alone was enough to make me absolutely giddy. After the prelude ended, I was able to taste local wines inside the tasting room and eat a snack from the cafe. Then I headed into the amphitheater and took my seat. Luckily, I was seated next to two Australians who were friendly and passionate about music. We talked amicably until the orchestra arrived on stage.

I was wholly unprepared for the experience. Even to my relatively novice ear, I could hear the difference between this performance and every other classical performance I have attended. Breathtakingly perfect with each artist hitting every note in perfect unison. The conductor, Dudamel, was masterful in his movements, teasing out the best of each note from each instrument. It felt as though time stopped. I did not move until the applause for the first piece.

The real beauty of music is that it transcends nationality, spoken language and culture. I was not alone in feeling the emotional power of the performance. I didn't need to understand German to see the euphoria shining in people's eyes. To see the broad smiles and animated laughter and gestures. It is the kind of experience that reminds me once again that we are truly more similar than we realize.

Unfortunately, time had not stopped and after two and a half incredible hours, the performance came to a close. Yet the concert has left its lasting impression. Even now as I close my eyes on the train, I can hear the notes and feel my spirits drift away to perfect moment in musical time.