I wish I could say that I have pictures to share at this moment, but unfortunately, this computer is a little ghetto and not so fabulous. There are so many details to share I don´t know where to begin. That´s the thing about traveling alone: I´m not lonely - not yet, thank god (it´s only been three days or something!) - but I have all this time to just think. And contemplate and reflect and write and whatnot. I think this is going to be a very good period for me in many ways. I have already written some 10 pages in my journal (Ryan, if you´re reading, you´ll be so proud). I mean even just "traveling" around in Geneva, or anywhere really, I have so many random, I need to got this down moments. Maybe I´m crazy or forgetful or just full of thoughts, I don´t know. But anyway, I´m in Vienna now. I had a bad feeling about the city at first because when I was leaving the station, I encountered this crazy dude who kept muttering to me in German and it sounded very hostile (but what German doesn´t?) and he was sketchy and finally I left him behind and then I went to the hostile closest the station and it was full. But then I found this hostel and everything has worked out ok. To give a very brief overview, omitting the important details which make up life, I met some chill girls at the hostel last night (one of which was from Tennessee, which made my very happy - southern accents!), then I got a terrible nights sleep, then I woke up early this morning, checked out of the hostel, dropped my stuff at the station, went to Mozart´s home (not so impressive, but very inspirational - have I mentioned how much I crave the piano at this point in my life???), bought a Mozart CD (which I don´t think will duplicate our collection, Mom), then I got on the train to Vienna. I was all settled in for a quiet ride alone in my compartment, when this large group of pre-teens on some sort of outdoorsy trip came on and invaded my space. I was very disappointed. until I saw their leader. He was very cute, and then I realized slightly balding. But still cute. The ride was ok. I mostly knit and listened to Ani and Mozart (why didn´t someone ever try to combine the two?) and the kids watched me...The ride was much less spectacular than from Zurich to Salzburg, but oh well. Today, after I found the hostel, I went wandering and found the botanical gardens (what else would draw me initially?). I went to the museum there and then sat and listened to some guitar, and then walked around and wrote in my journal and read. It was overall quite lovely. The thing is, what is it with men? What is it that they think that me crossing the road means that I really want them or need them to whistle? I hadn´t been exposed to it in Europe, in this form that is. In Latin America , sure, but I just don´t understand. Men are so sketchy. Sorry guys, but there are those of your population out there right now that make me stay in early at night. Maybe there are women of the same nature, but it´s not so physically omnipresent. That´s my update. Internet is disgustingly cheap here, so maybe more tomorrow....