Goodbye, Vienna

I’m on the train to the Vienna airport. It’s time to go. My mind is a jumble of WordCamp Europe, Viennese architecture, flower boxes, Wiener schnitzel, dancing at the WCEU ball, showing our hotel bartender how to make a proper martini, and laughing and talking long into the night with coworkers. The company I work … Continue reading Goodbye, Vienna


Smooth flat stones, a cobbled alley to our hotel door. The stones are laid tidily underfoot, old and worn, between sunny walls. Neat herbs and flowers line the path. On the afternoon walk to my room, I stroke leaves as I pass waist-high herb pots. This one’s leaves are long and flat like tarrogon, but … Continue reading Vienna