Occupation: To travel around the world with me
I’m supposed to take a picture of Robin in every city that I visit, but I’m such a horrible human being that I forget half of the times. But I did not forget this time, so this is him above waving good-bye to Stephansplatz, which is in the city center of Vienna.
In my last days, I tasted Sturm. Freaking heaven. It’s an Austrian specialty; a very young wine they only have during autumn, and it’s freaking heaven. It’s very sweet though, but I’m like, Queen of Choco Land, so it’s ideal for my taste. I actually had a glass of Sturm with a chocolate cake. Freaking. Heaven.
Since I read a lot of books, I bought a lot of books in Vienna. Therefore, leaving my Austrian apartment also meant sending my books home via mail, because a) I just can’t get rid of my babies, and b) there’s no way I carry them around for another six weeks. So I arrived at the Post Office and was very proud to fill out the German instructions on my box, until I was at the counter where the guy was like:
“Dis too heevy fur international.”
I was like, “You haven’t weighted it yet.”
He did, then said, “Oh, not too heevy, okay. Almost. But dat type off package has not insurance. If lost … it’s lost.”
“Okay. Um. Does that happen often?”
“We don’t know.”
“Is there a way to get an insurance?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Dis 23 euros.”
So I sent a box full of books—here, read pieces of my soul—and souvenirs across the ocean without insurance of its delivery, and it is with that annoying, cruel doubt that I left Vienna, not quite ready to brave the third part of my Drink, Learn, Wander trip. Let’s hope for the best!
Fail Count: 1