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"Hello, Vienna! I forget which building this is, but basically, they all look just like this one. I just got back late last night from the Czech Republic and Austria! Such good times. I admit, I enjoyed eating the Wiener schnitzel far more than I liked meeting the over-friendly concierges, tour guides, cyclists, Croatian waiters, and talkative barkeeps (hello, Dieter, Jiri, and Kurt!). But I&amp;amp;#8217;ll introduce you to some of the characters who, in general, found us to be a novelty. They wanted to know, in this order: Were we sisters? Yes. Were we from California? Yes. Were we actresses? HA! My friend Jen from London, me, and Bert. Bert (just Bert, not from Roberto or anything) is a drop-out-turned-bartender from Berlin, now working at the trendy Motto in Vienna. He can make about ten different cocktails involving Red Bull, which comes from Austria. (The inventor is the second-wealthiest man in Austria&amp;amp;#133;too bad I didn&amp;amp;#8217;t meet him!!). Incidentally, at the same bar, my sister and friend (both named Jen) and I saw a hot guy with gray hair. We didn&amp;amp;#8217;t know the translation for Silver Fox, but we had been to a restaurant in Salzburg called Alter Fuchs (&amp;amp;#8220;old fox&amp;amp;#8221;), so privately we started referring to him as the Alter Fuchs. Is it wrong that I secretly wanted to fluster this guard at the Prague Castle? Unnamed boy on train to Vienna (&amp;amp;#8220;Wien&amp;amp;#8221;). He was wearing a Quiksilver Kelly Slater shirt, which he pronounced &amp;amp;#8220;Slaitter,&amp;amp;#8221; instead of the lazy American &amp;amp;#8220;Slader.&amp;amp;#8221; He was very cute and darnit, I do not have a photo. He was in our train compartment, and our seats were facing each other. A lady in scary lipstick burst in and thrust a paper in my face. I gave Slater Boy that &amp;amp;#8220;Help-I&amp;amp;#8217;m-only-a-uni-lingual-American&amp;amp;#8221; face, and he told her I just speak English. She gave him the paper instead and left. We thanked him for the rescue and asked what the paper was. He said, &amp;amp;#8220;A list of questions?&amp;amp;#8221; We said, &amp;amp;#8220;A survey!&amp;amp;#8221; He said, &amp;amp;#8220;Yes! A sur-way!&amp;amp;#8221; We told him his English was good. He explained that he watches &amp;amp;#8220;M. T. Wee&amp;amp;#8221; (MTV). He vants to wisit either California or Florida. We told him the waves (vawes?) are better in Calif., and he said he is not a surfer, being from Austria. Ha! Then his little sisters got on at the next stop. Their names were Sabina (CUTE!) and&amp;amp;#133;I think she said Lisa, but in my mind she said Liesl. Just like The Sound of Music. ;) The Vienna Boys&amp;amp;#8217; Choir. This blurred photo just doesn&amp;#x27;t capture their cuteness. Can you see the sailor collars and insignia? Too bad you can&amp;amp;#8217;t pick out the two Harry Potter look-alikes. The famous, 511-year-old Vienna Boys&amp;amp;#8217; Choir sings every Sunday morning in the royal chapel. They were sooooo adorable, I had to include them! We bought some scalped tickets from an old man and sat through a German and Latin service to hear the most angelic voices ever. Unfortunately, my sister&amp;amp;#8217;s stomach growled loudly through 75 percent of it, but still. The first-seat soloist could go higher than Mariah Carey. And his hair was all messed up and sticking up. They were all restless and shuffling their feet. One boy wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t even facing the maestro. So cute. Oh! And the violins playing Haydn were gorge. I found my knight in shining armor in Prague! P.S. Prince Harry is coming to NYC! How can I meet him? If you have any ideas, please, in the name of all things Royal, leave a comment. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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