Cowboy
Cowboys. When you think of the word "cowboy" what do you think of ? Where do you picture them in your mind ?
When I think of cowboys I think instantly of "wrangler jeans, cowboy boots and hats". Oh yeah, good looking bums, too. Where I picture them is in the country, maybe out West, but definitely not in Vienna, Austria. Yes, I said Vienna, Austria.
Six years ago, my eldest son celebrated his 2nd birthday in Vienna. It was freezing cold as his birthday is in March. One of the places we went to on his special day was to the Vienna City Park. I pushed him around in his stroller a bit and let him look at some of the statues and such. Well, on this trip with it being a bit warmer, I decided I wanted to go see what the Vienna City Park looked like "green". It was beautiful with some unexpected surprises.
What a surprise, huh ?
This picture was taken in Vienna, Austria. Do you see what he has sitting besides him ? His hot sauce. When I first saw him sitting on the bench I thought that maybe he was a tourist, but he started speaking fluent German to a couple who asked him a question. I honestly do not know that many cowboys from this neck of the woods who can speak fluent German. Everyone else in the park was dressed in traditional clothes. Long black pants, leather shoes, nice top, etc. They definitely weren’t carrying around their "Coke and hot sauce." It still cracks me up. He was completely out of place.
I didn’t ask his permission to take the photo and I did my best to not seem like a dork when I did take it. Lol. I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by. Just goes to show, you can find a cowboy anywhere.
Here is another cute photo I took in Vienna. This one was taken at a "Thanksgiving" festival. The minute I went to the take the photo the guy whipped up a picture frame and I started laughing uncontrollably. I’m glad he was so nice about having his picture taken.
"Say Cheese".
