Ankunft

Or arrival, as they say in these parts.

It took Scott less time to reach the Pole than it did for me to cross the globe. But I am here and it's lovely to be back in Europe.

This is the view from my room at the Intercontinental Vienna.

Not too shabby, right?

Even though sleep is scratching at my eyes, I am trying to reframe my body clock and not crash until tonight. So I went for a wee stroll and came across this amazing church, a random brass band  that appeared out of nowhere and a gi-normous Zara (cue the Animator quaking at the potential damage to the credit card).

This beautiful park is across the road from my hotel and I am hoping to go for a run there tomorrow.

Negatives? In my sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated state, I keep looking the wrong way when crossing the road. Plus, I had forgotten how many peeps still smoke in Europe. Also, can we discuss the weather: seriously, it's supposed to be warmer than this. Which is a good excuse as any for buying a lovely new sweater.