With the sound of Ethan coughing. Still feeling a bit ill, I wondered around the beautiful streets of Vienna and splurged on the famous Sacher Torte and a Vienna coffee at Cafe Sacher. They were sublime. I also checked out the museum dedicated to one Friedensreich Hundertwasser, the trippyest artists/architect this side of Gaudi. Spent one day walking around and then headed out to Salzburg, home of Mozart. Also home to the best break dancers I saw in Europe, and the Mozart balls are oh so good. I would have liked to spend more time in Austria, but I was getting that feeling again, that feeling that I had to get back to Deautchland.
