I was hoping to be in Vienna for a day and a half last week, but that didn’t work out, so I had just four hours (awake) there.
I didn’t get to any museums, galleries, or cathedrals.
I did have fresh pistachio ice cream.
I did not go to CATS.
I got myself off the main tourist lane, discovering a great city just a few blocks away.
I did not buy souvenirs.
I did wander into an independent jewelry store and bought a ring from the very woman who made it.
I didn’t know whether a waiter was teasing me when I asked him for cutlery and a napkin to eat my snack; he sounded surprised by my request. Do the Viennese eat sausages with their hands? (The confusion is because he winked every single time he spoke to me.)
I did have a lovely pasta caprese in a small Italian restaurant a block from my hotel. The husband cooked for me; the wife served me.
I did not feel lonely when I was the only person in the restaurant when they opened; I was eating ridiculously early since I had to be up at 3 a.m. to head to the airport.
I did make time to take a bubble bath in the luxurious tub in my hotel room and a glass of mini bar wine.
I did not have enough time there.
