Salzburg
November 15th 2010 Sunday:
Nothing is the same as it was at home but it doesn’t feel that different. It’s maybe because I’ve been here before. This time though, there’s no hurry to do anything and I find myself spending weekend hours in the monastery garden at the top of the hill that overlooks work, either reading or just sitting in the winter sun watching the birds. Or, I frequently lie on the floor of on
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