Question:
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If you could start any business (and you knew it would succeed), what would it be?
A question I do not mind answering, but one that can consume too much time once I begin explaining and others begin asking questions.
London, England was my starting point, then I worked south, going somewhat-counterclockwise to Paris, France… Bern, Switzerland… Florence, Italy… Torino, Italy… Pisa, Italy… Rome, Italy… Cortona, Italy… Venice, Italy… Vienna, Austria… Budapest, Hungary… Prague, Czech Republic… Berlin, Germany… Amsterdam, The Netherlands… Bruges, Belgium… and back to London, England.
Miles : 3,500 [approximately, point-to-point]
Number of Cities : 15
Number of Countries : 10
Favorite Small City : Bruges, Belgium
Favorite Large City : Berlin, Germany
John Byars has been encouraging me to post on the food I’ve been eating while abroad.
I thought I’d kick things off with the hugest hot dog in the land. This big mama can be found on the main cobblestone shopping lane in Vienna, Austria. Keep in mind that I did not zoom-in for this shot. The people in the background are actually standing right being the hot dog.
Also… my hands are 4 feet wide.
Sooo good. They take a piece of toasted sub sandwich bread. Chop off the tip. Slip it over a heated metal “thingy” to hollow it out. Then pour some ketchup inside, and slide the huge dog right in.
All of you have very dirty minds. I just wanted you to know that.
In all seriousness, it is absolutlely delicious.
Snag one next time you’re in Austria.
An unplanned location for my trip, but a pleasant surprise nontheless.
Vienna is a lovely town with old buildings, broad streets, and very efficient and clean public transportation system.
I got spoiled though, as it snowed 9 inches on the day of my arrival.
However, this made for some good photos. But snow, as beautiful as it appears, is so dang hard to photograph.
Photos from Vienna, Austria.
So, it’s been a crazy past 48 hours, and it looks to be a little nuts for the next 24.
I waited until the last minute to get a hostel in Venice, so I ended up with a no-too-shabby hotel just beside the train station (which, being located beside a train station can either be very good or very bad in Europe… this time was good.)
Most-likely, I’ll be catching a sleeper car tonight to Vienna, Austria… not Salzburg (looong story), where I’ll be staying for 48 hours.
Until then, just pray that someone doesn’t snatch my pack on the train tonight.
I’m kidding, but no… really… pray.
