Wien-ing in exhaustion, but loving every minute.

Have not slept in nearly 28 hours, will be brief.

LOVE Vienna. Mostly because of the people. Major props to Cathrin for picking me up at the McDonalds and taking me to a hostel to drop my pack.

Things done and impressions made:

-St. Petersburg looks like Vienna. Or Vienna looks like St. Petersburg. One of the two.

-Smoking.

-Met another American girl (should say woman), Hillary. Turned out to be from Colorado, but she has been abroad for about 8 years teaching English and Yoga (from France, to Nepal, to Dubai, to Vienna... hoping to settle in France). Guess who is doing Bikram Yoga in the morning... in Vienna. Moi. Score. Hopefully I will sleep.

-There is donor and kebab everywhere. Its like a flirting fascination with their former Ottoman borders never left them. Serbs running in the streets after beating Germany. The wild wild east is at the doorstep here and it is felt with every step.

-Everyone obeys the rules. I felt bad for jaywalking. The subway system is an honors system. No turnstall, you just swipe and walk through a gate with no door. Everything is timed perfectly like a Swiss (or Austrian) watch.

-Mozart tried picking me up on the street. Or rather MozartS. They all wanted to take me to a concert at this grand hall, a la Mozart, period dress and all. Though one did try to invite me to an Irish pub. I didn't think Mozart liked the Irish.

-Met some other girls from vancouver who just graduated college. They had been to Bosnia and told me not to worry. And they are blond and beautiful. (Look mom! I'm alive!)

-I saw the human rights project exhibition put up by Lukas Maximillian Hueller, the same guy I wrote my Paul Bloom 7 Deadly Sins thesis on. I feel like emailing Lukas and telling him I'm in his neighborhood.

My thoughts are about disjointed as my physicality. You try carrying 14 kilos and feeling normal! Good night (or good nap). I'm wide awake now but exhausted. ? Question Mark ?