We decided to travel overnight from Berlin to keep our Airbnb reservation. The only booking available was on a “milk train” that stopped at every town all the way to Vienna, “Wein,” as it is known in Europe. We found comfy seats and cuddled in.
The Vienna train station, like so many in Europe, is comparable to an American mall, complete with shops, restaurants, grocery stores, even hair and nail salons. Upon arrival, we hung out until it was time to check in, then we called an Uber. And that was the beginning of our ambivalent relationship with Wein.
The first Uber to accept our call pulled up to the curb, saw us and our backpacks, and peeled rubber pulling away. So did the next four cars we called. By the time an Uber finally stopped for us, we were standing in pouring rain. (You may recall this is among my husband’s least favorite activities.)
During our time there, we met some lovely people. But we also encountered a woman who made a rude gesture to Dempsey when they passed in the street, a very hostile woman in a shop, and even the obnoxious driver of the bus to the airport. Because we don’t speak German, it was impossible for us to know if their attitudes were personal or they were just having a bad day.
We’d been looking forward to resting, and our accommodation was very comfortable, so for the first few days we stayed in the immediate neighborhood, slept a lot, and caught up on work.
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