The condemned man are a heart meal.
We choose Pizza as the appetizer for our last meal in Vienna. Or, more accurately, for my last dinner in Vienna for awhile. Tomorrow in the early AM I will be winging my way stateside via the usual route of Wien-Frankfurt-Seattle.
What better to follow Pizza than Pasta?
Warm food for a frosty evening. It is bitter cold here in Wien with the Mercury hovering below zero Grad all day. And still I will be sad and mopey tomorrow.
I don't want to leave, but I have a house to empty and rent, vehicles and guitars to sell, and an Austrian Visa to obtain. Busy busy busy little Bokononist.
Eight weeks. That is the time line. Once I am into action the mope factor won't be quite so bad. I will enjoy the company of my Brothers, whom I have missed, miss My Baby terribly, whom I love, and do what I have to do to get my ass back to Wien forthwith.
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