My memories of Vienna consist of hazy sunny days where the sky is forever a deep solid shade of magnificent prussian blue. Days that fade from intricate monument to grand squares, whose streets echo with the sound of twinkling laughter and melodic notes of a street violinist, where the smells are rich in deep aromatic coffees and chocolates. Land of the Viennese Waltz, rich chocolate Sacher Torte and dancing Lusitano Horses in the Imperial Riding School, Vienna is a treasure trove of history, extravagance and European charm. I will never forget my first sip of my cinnamon and vanilla cream filled hot chocolate, the creamy fluidity like silk on my tongue, nor will I forget the harmonious sonatas of Mozart and Strauss strummed exuberantly, bows dancing on the ivory horse strings of the violins. In a whirlwind of Opera houses, rose gardens and palaces, just like that, my time in Vienna came to an end, all that's left are the sweet dulcet memories and anticipation of the beginning of a magnificent journey through Central Europe.
x S
