Wednesday evening, Independence Day.
The sun sets, but twilight never leaves the sky for a month or more in Stockholm each summer. So it was that I awoke at 1 a.m. to the view of an orange ring on the northern horizon, and at 3:30 a.m. opened my curtains to this:
By 4 a.m. the city was in bright sunlight, and from my taxi window I noticed a mob of youngsters and dozens of taxis at a street corner. The cab driver: “It’s a nightclub.”
How do these people function after partying the night away? My body was upended just by travel and the too-early sunlight!
This morning’s flight brought me south from Stockholm, over the Baltic Sea and Poland and thence to Vienna, where I took the City-Airport Train to Wien Mitte and then a taxi to my flat. I have long weekend excursions the next two weeks, more of which to come. The map in the airline magazine was helpful as I oriented myself today, since I always forget that Vienna is so far east!
After finding my lovely flat, I set out at lunchtime on a brief walk to a nearby Tex-Mex place, and celebrated Independence Day with chicken enchiladas and fizzy water with lemon juice.
I walked the neighborhood for a long while, even in the heat, and apparently have logged just under 15K steps today. Nearby is a Viennese version of Global Foods, this time focusing on mostly American and British products. I stopped in, but did not buy.
The flat is perfect, including a grand piano! The views are Vienna-urban:
Work begins in earnest on Thursday.
And I walked more than 15K steps on Wednesday!
P.S. — I bought paprika chips today. All is well. All is well indeed.