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Before I get into my real post - has anyone noticed their comment options are getting automatically/mistakenly shut off? In my ohsogreat Napkin Chicken post, I noticed no one was saying anything other than under the nekkid chicken picture. Then I saw there was no option for commenting on the post and upon further discovery "nobody" was allowed to comment. Huh. This is the third time that's happened to me in the last week. Because I KNOW everyone wants to say something about everything I write.
Moving on - to Eastern Europe! Apparently no one but Mom and me want to visit Croatia in March or early May. Screw those lame people. Now we're going to Vienna, Prague, Budapest, Warsaw and Krakow (Krakow! Krakow! Two direct hits!).
I've already been to Vienna but only spent a day there, back during my college days. I had just spent a week in Berlin, where I was accosted in the women's shower room by a guy off the street, pickpocketed and generally sick of the big cities. The best part of Vienna was hanging around with a hot guy from Pitt and running into a group of Australians.
Leo was their leader and convinced me to meet up with his group, a group of college kids on a pilgramage to see the pope up in Poland. Not to go with them, but to be their German translator so they could have some fun at a local Biergarten. Later that evening I waited for them in the lobby of their hotel until they snuck out from under the watchful eyes of their priest. We hit the town and tore it up. Good times! I should find those pictures.
I crashed that night in the girls' room but they had to be up and out by 5:00 a.m. They gave me the name of the priest in case the hotel questioned me (security always on the lookout for sneaky backpackers) and I went back to bed. If you've ever spent time backpacking through Europe, sleeping on trains and staying in youth hostels, you know that a hotel bed and a real shower are wonderful treats.
After freshening up, I tried to leave but security was watching me pretty closely when I stepped out of the elevator. Since I didn't want to just walk out, I plopped down in the lobby, looked at my watch and read a magazine until Herr Guard was called away. Then I walked calmly out of the hotel and straight to the train stop across the road and I was on my way to Salzburg.
Where I partied with a crazy group of Tasmanians. Those Down Under types are teh bomb.
