Salzburg I liked, city of Mozart.� Vienna, Austria, I managed to see a low-budget one-woman show in a virtually unmarked theater/apartment.� I also met a desk attendent at a hotel who had been to Romania, and asked "Ce mai faci?" when I told him in German I had lived there.� Lost of museums, too, including a lot of work by Egon Schiene, who you all should check out if you don't know him already.� So far all these cities had felt somewhat the same, but of course Venice was like nothing but itself, crumbling and beautiful.� Verona, too, pay tribute to the Capulets, and then up into Swiss countryside.
Innsbruck, then St. Moritz, near the Mattehorn.� While my mother and her friends took a train ride I rented a mountain bike and spent a wonderful day on misty and muddy trails.� Lucern, river full of swas.� Back into germany, up through the Schwartzwald, waterfalls of Triberg.� Caught the plane from Frankfurt to fly home.
