When I left my class at 10:30 this morning, I had every intention of going back to my apartment and diving into my lovely bed – something my god-awful early morning class had taken me away from.
Alas, Vienna had other ideas.
I knew Vienna could be tempting but I was quite dedicated to the task at hand until she upped the ante with a cool, sweater required day that welcomed me like a long-lost friend (oh, how I do love my cold days).
And just like that, I succumbed to her wiles and breathlessly walked about the first district - camera in hand. Just like any proper tourist. Because I am, after all, a tourist.
I walked on streets that had been previously roamed by Roman soldiers.
Admired monuments erected by Kings of Old
Stopped at bare-bottomed fountains
And was ogled by a woman the color of mold.
And when my body begged for reprieve, I gave it. With the warning that tomorrow’s forecast calls for the same thing.
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