Day 245 Vienna Austria

I was thrilled to get off that plane. I had about eight hours to kill in Vienna so I took the train into town to see the Danube. It was raining lightly, and I didn’t take many pictures, nor did I buy anything other than food (Strudel, yum!) Maybe I was too tired, but German seemed to be much more of a foreign language than any others I have run across, except Arabic. In Latin based languages I can figure out some words based on similarity—not German. Since I was only going to be here on a layover, I didn’t study any German and the few words I do know are almost worthless. And they have impossibly long words here that are very intimidating and almost seem silly long. Between the language thing and being exhausted, I felt more helpless than in other countries. I was not in the mood to make an effort to see the sights, which will have to wait for another time. I am flying to Rome now and all I want to do is eat and sleep like the dead.