XI. Zurückdenken

It's been a little more than a week since I left Vienna, and already it seems like some sort of dream. This is, in most ways, unfortunate. I don't want to forget my trip: I don't want to forget how to get around on Viennese public transit (trams are the best way to see the city, but subways are far quicker), or how to order food in German (use "bitte" frequently), or my science teacher (who found Viennese dialect incomprehensible, but spoke it fluently when inebriated!). But such is life. My spring of 2009 in Vienna is quite over, and I will never be able to relive it. The best I can hope for is that when—not if—I return, I shall have a similarly great experience. That's partly why I wrote this gol-durned web-log, to begin with; I want to remember what I thought the first time around. In the meantime, this journal with gather metaphorical internet-dust until I return. Rest assured I shall start it up again the next time I visit Vienna. But for now: Tchüß papa!