Every year, at the beginning of December, my stomach clenches in anticipation of too much food and too many things that need to be done. I have a love-hate relationship with the Christmas season. I love it, but by the time it’s around the corner, I can’t remember why.
When the Christmas markets in Vienna open, a heady sense of anticipation and the smell of overpriced mulled wine permeates the city.
There’s the promise of leisurely strolls among the festive booths with friends, ice skating under twinkling lights on Rathausplatz, cookie baking and office parties to brighten up the dark days.