We're in the hotel in Wien (Vienna). I am freaking curious about the city here but I also think I am frightened by the eerie quality of this place at night and I want to either go home or back to Praha.

The hotel restaurant is beautiful, but dark and dreary. I don't know how anyone could stand to live here if the rest of the country looks this way. The hotel staff is very young. I think the waiter, Bernhardt, has a small crush on me. He smiles scary and talks like a Viennese pirate and says, "HERE YEH ARRRE!" with much emphasis on the "r", every time he sets down a plate. Before dinner, he came over with a plate of some kind of ham, all fancy with sauce and trimmings of greenery. He gave me a mischievious secretive smile and said, "A small gift from the kitch-n." The people at the adjacent table didn't get a gift from Bernhardt. I didn't eat his gift of ham, and I still feel bad about it. He was cute. For a fourteen year old.

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