One of the consequences of watching bleeding palms dance at the WomBar until the wee hours of the morning, you're pretty much guaranteeing that your Monday is going to be pretty low key. Which was a-ok.
We decided to do some of the shopping around for chotchkies and bratwurst from the vendors around Stephensplatz, the square surrounding St. Stephen's Cathedral:
We decided to do some of the shopping around for chotchkies and bratwurst from the vendors around Stephensplatz, the square surrounding St. Stephen's Cathedral:
I kid you not when I say that this was the most significant event of the day. We returned to the hostel and continues our daily reading/napping extravaganza, but with added benefit of all my clothes hanging from any possible post and wall hook, since the dryers in the basement were somewhat sub-standard.
Cue the nightly drinks at the WomBar, but with a marginal amount of excitement, as compared to Sunday night. Which was again a-ok.
