Vienna Love

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Vogelsangberg (516m), one of my favorite hills in Vienna

First of all, I’m sorry you have to read another english post. My recent posting about relocation has been somewhat sober, according to a great friend. At current times I have troubles to be emotional in my native language. To be honest: I missed Vienna just a couple of months after moving to Salzburg two years ago. Each trip to Vienna since then felt like holiday, like balm for the soul, with great encounters and profound conversations. Back in Salzburg I was constantly annoyed about the sparse bus intervals at main station, prolonged waiting with egoistic smokers prompting me to change position every minute. The bus was often crowded and I always had to go a few more minutes by foot, along too narrow pavements being slippery during winter as winter services usually clear the main roads but not the side roads (Overall there are only 40 men in the winter services responsible for entire Salzburg!). 30 minutes by bus, 10 minutes taking the taxi. So in the end I didn’t like to come back, neither from Vienna trips nor from any hiking tours. It was always a pain in the ass.

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