so much so little to say about this. Pass a barf bag spoon.
Sturm, on the other hand,
might turn me into an alcoholic makes me want to stand up and cheer. Cold and fizzy and sweet — it sort of tastes like you’re drinking fresh berries — and full of alcohol.
Have I mentioned that Vienna is like going back in time? (Everyone beyond that sign is
going to die of lung cancer smoking.)
Thank God we survived another week here Thursday night dinner of schnitzel & sturm, we got stuck in a rainstorm. It was actually quite wet romantic. While we waited for the tram under an awning I learned to say, “Can I please take this to go?” (Having only eaten half my schnitzel at dinner, I had the rest in a doggy bag. It was the size of a large dinner plate. Ask me about how my pants are fitting.) Can I remember it this morning? Are you kidding? Of course.