Yesterday Anja, Till and I went shopping for a suit for Till. I felt somewhat like Stacy on What Not to Wear; the fashion designer in me was definitely shining through. We stopped a few times for coffee and a piece of the famous Wiener Sacher Torte, just the way shopping should be done in Vienna.
We stopped in a few kitchen stores, too, because Anja needed a couple new breakfast plates. I'm having a hard time figuring out if I found everything so much cooler simply because I'm in Europe or if there really aren't so many exciting dish and flatware designs back home. I'm pretty sure it's the latter; I would remember if I saw such fun stuff at Crate & Barrel. I just hope there will be a way to register at European kitchen stores by the time I get married. :)
We went and saw The Bourne Ultimatum last night. Elio and I were battling it out over whether we were going to see it in English or dubbed over in German. I won out because we couldn't find any place that was showing it dubbed over, and it was better that way. The voices are just never even close when they dub them.

I'm feeling a bit nostalgic today, not exactly sure why. It could have been the Norah Jones CD playing as we ate breakfast...she always seems to get me in a melancholic mood. It could also be that I am realizing just how far away from home I am, and how long I'm going to be here. Not to mention the fact that I still have to ride 18 hours further in a train before I even get to Bucharest, which will undoubtedly feel even less like home than Vienna (at least at first).

Not that I'm not enjoying myself, and I'm still really excited about my internship in Bucharest and what it's actually going to end up looking like. But sometimes you've just got to have these kinds of days to fully appreciate the whole adventure. It's all about keeping it in context, I guess. I won't get all philisophical here because we've all heard it before. But let's just say that I'm remembering how much the downs are as equal a part of the growing process as are the ups.