Last Sunday

To say that I am a homebody is the understatement of the year.

Anyone who really knows me, knows that I am perfectly content to sit around all day in my PJ's and play on the computer. Yes, I am a geek to the umpteenth power and this definitely has some bearing on my single status but let's just focus, shall we?

Anyway, it was Sunday and I'd spent Friday night and all of Saturday in the state I've just described (shut up, I am not pathetic. I'm committed to my computer, that's all. It get's lonely when I leave). In a moment of clarity, I decided to get out. Go somewhere. Where didn't matter so long as I was out of the house.

So, with a little bit of grumbling and a lot of self prodding, I showered and dressed - making sure to put on extra deodarant to compensate for those who think it's an option here in Vienna (take my word - there are a lot who consider it an option and over compensating does nothing but make you smell like you took a baby-powder shower).

My destination was one I'd heard some girls talking about. The Donauinsel - a manmade island dividing the Danube River - where you can ride bikes, swim, and picnic (I also heard it had Mexican food).

Of course, being me, I managed to miss the exit and wound up taking the U-Bahn all the way to Florisdorf - also known as the last exit on the U-Bahn. Whoops. But that was okay I told myself. I'll just explore this area.


Only, yah, it seems Florisdorf (which I have just typed as Floris-DORK for the umpteenth time) is primarily a residential area with a couple scattered shops. Which, of course, are closed on Sunday's.

Undeterred (or stubborn, take your pick), I did a little window shopping and walked on and on until finally, FINALLY I found the River. I think. By then, I was too tired to explore so I collapsed by the river bank and tried to convince this Mama Duck I had no interest beyond that of a photographers in her little babies.


She didn't believe me, gathered her brood, and away they went, tossing quacks over their shoulder, which I'm sure were insults.


The area of River I did see was lovely. Green and lush, with a breeze stirring the overgrown grass.



I watched as people went windsurfing and boating and biking.


One day I'll be a big girl and try that out for myself but for now, I just watched.

Then I strolled a little farther down and found my duck family again. This time, just to tick of the Mama, I sat on a little park bench I found and, insulated from the rest of the world, laid down and relaxed and enjoyed my peaceful afternoon.



And that was my day. I found a bench, pestered a Mama duck, and oggled people. Overall, a productive day, wouldn't you say?