Five minutes to midnight on New Years Eve, partying like Habsburgs in front of Vienna city hall. At midnight they played Strauss's Blue Danube and we waltzed in the new year. Immediately following that was Falco's equally well crafted masterpiece 'Rock me Amadeus.'
New Year's Eve feast of street bratwurst, rye bread and a tall cold can of Ottakringer. Deee-lish.
B consulting the map for the exact location of the 'guy riding a horse' statue. Turn around Sugar! (Just kidding, B's cartographic skills are superb).
Walking around Vienna one day while trying to figure out creative ways to not spend money, we stumbled upon two small boxes of English books that someone had generously left outside their apartment building. I scooped up a copy of Paul Theroux's masterful The Mosquito Coast and B snagged Dashiell Hammet's The Continental Op. Here she is diving in to a fine Hammett mystery and enjoying a delicious pint of Budweiser or 'Budvar' (the REAL Budweiser from Czech, not the 'king of beers' from 'Merca).
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