Christ there were some beautiful nubile young German/Austrian girls on the train to Salzburg; and now on the train to Wien. I need to get my mojo back. I’m now so excited to get to Vienna, I feel like a coke bottle that’s been shaken up. I can’t keep still. Oh god, the time really can’t go quick enough. This is what I travel for: this excitement. How fantastic I can still be excited about arriving in Vienna despite the number of times I have been there! And I certainly had an exciting first night in Brussels.