We were sitting with the parents in the lovely garden of the Stift’s Cafe at Klosterneuburg. The place was fairly empty – it was Monday and the museum was closed. The wind was swirling the first brown leaves across the plaza but we were protected by the garden’s walls. The waiter was kind and spoke excellent English and the food wasn’t bad either. We were talking about travel fatigue which right now, I have in spades.
Thanks for Nothing, Julie Andrews
Note – July 31, 2008: I recorded this piece in October of 2006 when I was really hating expat life. Currently, we’re in Seattle and while my feelings about expat life haven’t changed all that much, I’m not in that place anymore. Heads up, there’s profanity in the audio, you can’t miss it. I thought …