As previously outlined, Vienna is not all perfect. So, as you can see one would hardly be inclined to go back there in a hurry. I wouldn't consider going back earlier than next year and for no more than 2 weeks. I mean, really! If it weren't for the cakes, coffee, sausages, beef, pork, sauces, culture, music, politeness, beautiful ladies and the site seeing, one would be better off in Britain.
Fifty Kilometres out of Vienna, this picture postcard "Wachau" valley exists. A thousand years of history and craftsmanship couldn't have made it possible, but nature did. History and man just managed to overlay their own contribution.
The Yellow cabriolet snaked along the right side of the fast flowing river. Steep terraced hills overflowing with grape vines; impose a strict removal of daily stresses. Andrea's eyes glinted in the afternoon sun. Every other peak boasted a Castle. Occasionally, along the road, a small, tight cluster of houses flowered gracing the feet of a church. Cruise boats, with names originating from surrounding countries, hummed along the waterway.
I demanded a coffee break. A romantic feeling was eating at me. The need to hold hands over coffee and look into my hostess's eyes was overpowering. Something had brought me to Austria. Unknown as the results might have been, the attraction of the first meeting never stopped from needing justification. Affairs tend to be accepted as normal. Some think one should be carried into a life-long union. Mine have always been temporary, tempestuous and short lived. Mine were minor distractions of greed or need. Mine stopped being selfish. I felt a new dawn approaching and it was still 4:25pm.
Later that night, after a unbelievable tasty and inexpensive meal at a "Heuriger" consisting of "Winzerplatte with Wachauerlaberln" and "Gruner Veltliner" wine, we walked back to the "Goldenes Schiff" hotel. Holding hands and slightly tipsy, the darkness hid the approach of the first waxy kiss. The rush of the Danube softened the heat of the encounter and the scent of the surrounding flowers merged with the perfumed neck and shoulder pressing softly on my lips.
E-mail to Ray Agius: Ramel@bigpond.com
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