The plane lifted off, it’s wings outstretched and it’s wingtips sweeping upward like the fingers of a well trained Cambodian dancer. I curl into my cozy seat, as my lovely aero dancer leaps across the Atlantic Ocean, in a graceful arc above the frozen northern landscape.
I have a 4 hour stop over in Vienna. I grabbed my bag, ran down to the train, and flew into town on the 15 minute city express. I walked around Vienna for a couple of hours, with a sparsely labelled tourist map, and no real idea of where I would go. I neglected to bring any Euros with me, despite the fact that I am quite sure there are quite a few in our overflowing Foreign cash basket. This is where an hour or two of planning would have come in handy. It was only about 10c out, and I only had a thin sweater, and a thin long sleeve blouse and an unlined rain jacket - all perfectly suited for a tropical climate. I forgot that I had a lovely cotton scarf in my pack that would have certainly made me warmer. I could see the steeple of the big cool looking church up a small lane. It was getting late and I was getting colder. I looked at it. It was close. I squeezed my fingers into my palms, trying to warm them. I looked at the time. I was getting antsy about the time. I turned and headed back to the train. Considering the fact that I wasn't even going to leave the airport, I think I did alright. My only regret, is that I didn't have any Euros to buy a delicious smelling Vienna sausage off of a street gazebo.