I perhaps sound like a broken record, but one of our favorite perks of ex-pat life in a rented house is not having to spend a spring Saturday tending to the chores of homeownership, leaving the weekends to far more enjoyable “chores.”

Like a walk from the end of the 1 Tram through Prater in the morning, watching the fiakers heading into the Inner Stadt…

…on our way to hang out in the bleachers at Spendalweise, to watch the season opener for my favorite boy of summer. Tough task, definitely.

Later, lunch and a walk through the AltWiener Ostermarkt with my favorite guy.

Our kind of Saturday chores.