Vienna, now this is the place I was aching to see. PJ is mad at me because I refused to go with her to taste “sacher torte”. To me, it seemed like the most obvious thing to do in Vienna. I couldn’t stop her from going on her own, though.
PJ wanted to see Graz so badly that we even got off the car that could have taken us all the way to Vienna. She got all excited about the most ordinary things such as trams in the streets and flowers in windows, with her feet barely touching the sidewalk. I finally got a glimpse of what was going on when she started talking about that book she had finished reading two weeks ago and whose story was set to Graz.