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Published: November 27th 2007
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For starters, I still wasn't sure we were supposed to get off the train for the layover. It fel weird for some reason. It was freezing again, but whatelse is new? Pulling into the station, the town looked absolutely adorable. It's what I pictured a little Austrian town to look like.
The station was completely dead except for a few weary stralers like ourselves. We headed outside and all I wanted was a nice cup of tea. We walked all up around through this quiet little town tha reminded me of home. It was all decorated for christmas and streets were lined with christmas ecorations and lights. I only wish we were around durin gth day to peruse the market and stands along the street. It has to be adorable. It makes me sad that I will miss downtown Christas this year. i'll have to take advantage of the Rochester Festival Next Weekend.
Everything was closed though. Ther were a few pubs open bu they were only open for hte few too drunk to realize they should be leaving. We walked down a few windy cobblestone streets, lighted only by the moon and some christmas lights. It wasn't sketchy
at all like I had experienced before. The church was beautiful. All white stone highlighted by some spotlights below on the street. It was eerily comforting.
We got back to the train station with two hours to spare and it was freezing inside. I was annoyed because if a station is offereing round the clock service, they should also have round the clock food (tea) service We were looking for something to occupy ourselves for the net two hours. We end up going onto this hidden pub. It was smokey and musty and didn't look lke our type of crowd at all but it was warm and a place to sit down and get some tea. It also wasn't the unventilated glass cubical that was filled with grungy people who looked (and smelled) like we felt. And that was pretty disgusting. The tea and goulash soup was not woth th six euro. The 'fruit' tea tasted like vomit and the soup was served on a plate. Again..a warm place to sit and waste time.
We ended up siting on the floor betwen the lockers, me with my knees to my chin freezing cold and CJ playing wih the
lockers. A guy about our age comes up to us, somberly intoxicated and asks "hallo, you speak english? You have home?" We answered respectively and then giggled. He responds with "I thought you had no home" we werne't offended at all. This was not the first or second time even we had been mistaken for homeless people with our shabby appearances and comfort with polpping on the ground to unpack and repack all our stuff (*cough* CJ *cough*) The guy was cute and stumbling over his words..owing to the intoxication and the fact that he didn't speak english. We felt kind of rude leaving him mid-thought but my watch said 4:16am and that was precisely when our train was due. I was excitd becuase I felt like death and CJ said I looked miserable. It was the lack of sleep up to now so she was staying awake with the pasports and tickets until we got to Viena, and I was going to be the one crashing which I did. We got in, to our nice warm private cabin (agian, how how how have we ben so damn lucky?) I took off my glasses and landed face first sprawled out
on the seats. All I remember after that was CJ saying that when the guy checked our tickets he looked at me and smirked. I was out like a light...
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