Our flight time was 16 hours SFO-Vienna. We forgot the guidebook at home. We never found our camera. Arriving at the hotel, our room had been given away the night before â€“ we had miscalculated the time zone change â€“ and were unapologetically given a small musty, smoky room next to the elevator and the train station. The Sun was applying a square from Neptune, creating missteps, forgotten items, miscalculations and disillusionment. This will get better as the planetary energies pass, I remind myself. The melody of that first night was the intermittent arrival and departure of trains and the amorous lovemaking of a couple who seemed to require no sleep. I awoke many times that night, bemoaning the brick hard bed and prolonged exhaustion. Sleep is a tricky proposition when 9 PM Vienna time is 11 AM San Francisco time.
Days later, I am sitting inside our much improved accommodation. After surrendering to the accommodation (including the affirmation â€œI am blessed and lucky to be in Viennaâ€) by Monday we had earned the goodwill of our hosts and an upgrade – to a fabulous room with sun porch and Jacuzzi tub! (The Goldene Spinne, Room 43) I later learn Goldene Spinne means Golden Spider, my personal good luck charm. The veranda doors overlooking the Viennese rooftops are thrown open today as sunlight streams in. Thereâ€™s a dense formation of apartments surrounding ours and the curtain less windows are eyes. I stop to wonder if Iâ€™m being observed and keep my doors open. I may be in a fishbowl but I am one happy sardine typing a letter to you, my American friends.