These, clips from my thoughts and perceptions of this new environment, are in no particular order...
Pumpkin patches where the harvest looks to be plenty
A quail and his other quail friend running through an already harvested field
Contiguous rolling hills, both big and small, neatly spotted with [farm]houses and barns and designed in rectangles of different colors yielding evidence of precision, hard work, and dedication
Walking home from the train station on sidewalks made from asphalt rather than concrete is a task; they are much more uneven and seem to always bring out one's clumsiness, nearly tripping him or her in the same three spots each day. Additionally, there are some significant gaps between the bricks on some of the pedestrian zones, so one has to be mindful of one's feet more or less all of the time.
When the train is already mostly full but a few empty rows remain, is it better to sit in an empty one and take a chance at being "picked" by someone else or just snatching a free aisle seat and "picking" your own seat buddy?
Fields of dried out sunflowers, drooping their heads as low as their spine allows, waiting to be pulled out of their misery by some kind chap with the time and maybe some gardening gloves
Window sills are nearly always lined with potted plants, seemingly in homes and office buildings alike
A grande Caramel Macchiato, when an American is missing a signature beverage and familiar coffee shop experience from his or her life, will cost him or her 5 Euro which is about $6.50; it will do him or her well not to make a habit out of this, that is if a strict budget is involved.
The German language is difficult to manage. The word order and sentence structure seems to change constantly, and there are so many Austrian dialects it is unbelievable.
McDonald's still has really good and inexpensive coffee, the only difference about the McCafe experience here is that one has the option of purchasing gourmet desserts along with their drink, like at any other nice cafe in Vienna.
Bicycle riders have their own lane and corresponding light in the cross[walk] areas of mostly all intersections.
It seems that most of the ice cream here is Italian in appearance and taste, which should not be complained about.
Bread is thicker and harder, but it always tastes delightfully fresh.
Food has less preservatives in it, so it is best not to have left-overs.
People actually ride their scooters in the train stations...why not, right?
Smiling, usually to yourself, at someone on the train as you watch as he enjoys the same experience you do: Turning on your iPod, scrolling through and smiling as you pass by, but sometimes choose to stop at and have listen to, an artist, album, or specific song that, at that particular moment, called to mind some event or person significant enough to be associated with which ever one it was. It really is fascinating to be human.
Houses are not painted in only blah, boring colors; there are pink!!, blue, purple, green, yellow-pale and nearly florescent-, etc. house here. I was told by a knowledgeable 7-year old that they, "just like to blend in with the nature more here;" I liked that answer a lot.
A home's garden, i.e. back yard, here is nearly always fenced in and usually very what I would call 'busy.' Busy in the sense that a painting or photograph can be 'busy.' They are full of plants and trees, grills, garden houses, close lines, tables and chairs, and a great many of them contain pools, even small in-ground ones. It is sort of like the family's own little oasis; it's really nice. Someone had an apple tree in their garden...lucky!
Well, I'll stop there for now. Thanks for reading, and thank you for the support, love, and prayers.
~Sarah
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