In Wien. But you're allowed to call it Vienna for some reason.
There have been some adventures. One was spending a four hour train ride on the floor of a boxcar which was turned into an impromptu bar car when some wandering Austrians found themselves a wooden table in storage. Another was getting stuck in the maze of clear glass, which is harder to get through than a maze of mirrors, and a lot more fun because all the Austrian pubescents get to watch and laugh at you. There was Florian, the son of the mayor of a small town, who was staying in Freiberg for a few days training to be a basketball coach and liked to translate the German commentary for us during the final World Cup games. He also got excited over things like big crowds and the fact that Americans actually read the books he's reading in his English class. There was the Black Forest, which looked pretty much like an upstate New York forest, and where people kept asking me questions in German. An Irish fellow spending one night in Munich had lots of stories, mostly about jumping, falling, or sinking into large bodies of water. Upon hearing of a nice lake in Slovakia, his words were, "Is there a place to jump off? Because I love jumping into things." He also reminded me of the important fact that if you have another drink every time the Irish guy has another drink, you're going to have a bad time. What else was there? I tried to figure out why most of the statues around Vienna are of a man appearing to punch a horse in the face. I wandered around the amusement park at night in search of an international Whack-a-Mole showdown, but it didn't happen. I watched Jaws at a big outdoor cinema (they're all over the place here in the summer) and couldn't remember ever cringing that much at one time. I ate some meats, and some not meats. And tomorrow I go home.

Thanks, world!