Overseas travel was such fun the first time I went for a repeat. Well…not to the exact same place. I did fly away in the same general direction — a little further, actually.
It was three years ago, long before the pandemic edged above the horizon and squashed travel plans for millions of people.
April, a time of chill mornings, sunny afternoons, and the beginning of the serious tourist season. The tour bus and historic sites had “elbow room.” In some places, workmen put in long hours to do street work before the summer traffic.
Vienna in springtime. Bright. Fresh. Green.
One of these years–when this inconvenient virus is under control–I’ll pack my suitcase and head off for a different destination. In April? I’ll keep an open mind.
