by a trip to Vienna I took, solo, a lifetime ago.
My heart is indelibly adorned
with dreams of "Apfelstrudel mit Schlag*"
flowering gardens with wild peacocks,
the images of the instantly intoxicating cafe life
of this elegant, magical city.
Vienna had it all for me...
a powerful, poignant history, extravagant palaces,
graceful parks, meandering streets,
scrumptious culinary delights,
wineries, forests, old railway stations,
surprises around every corner,
hearty, generous people.
She was my launching pad for a summer filled with
She is one of my most favorite places to be...
maybe, because she played such an
important part in my
personal "coming of age" process
all those years ago.
My only regret about Vienna...
that exuberant, carefree summer of travel...
was I met her during my pre sketchbook life...
which, honestly, in reality,
I cannot believe ever existed. :)
at the time, this was that "big trip" that found ME...;)
“All journeys have secret destinations
of which the traveler
*Warm apple strudel with hand beaten whipped cream...
definitely something from heaven above...:)