These international flights can be kinda long, but seeing the sun rise from 37,000 feet breaks the monotony.
Then it was on a train from Frankfurt to Vienna. I expected mountains and majestic vistas, but the silly Germans seemed to think that trains should avoid mountains, so it was rolling hills and onion-domed churches the whole way. Pretty cool all the same. I finally got into the Vienna train station at 7 pm. By the way, here was an add telling the Germans to visit Texas--which amused this Texan visiting Germany.
In Vienna I was met by +Stephen at the Hauptbahnhof (main train station). He accepted my arrival gift of my few remaining Nutter Butters and guided me to Benediktushaus, where we were staying, a hotel in the former Scottish monastery near the Inner Stadt.
I was out like a light by 10 pm, and up like a hungry bird about 5:30 Saturday morning.
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