Glitch: in response I said, "Langsam, bitte?" (slowly, please?) because I hadn't understood. And then he said it again and I understood and felt all the sillier. A familiar emotion for me even in the States, so you can imagine how intense the feeling is here.
My apartment is...are you ready for this? You're not...is a huge two-story apartment that overlooks Viennese rooftops and has a HUGE terrace on the top floor. I have a 20-minute commute to school, which happens in the Palais Corbelli, a baroque palace. I go to school in a palace. I can't believe it.
Story of the week: There is a man named Helmut. He is the student services coordinator, and he is beautiful. We had all acknowledged this beforehand, and it was a source of constant entertainment to us. So this is the story: I was looking on facebook for the IES Vienna Spring 2009 facebook group and came across the IES Vienna Alumni group. This is the group's picture:
Yes. The person whose phone number I have in my wallet and am to call any time, day or night, in case of emergency, is this man. Helmut. A former male model.
Vienna is wonderful.
You are the biggest dork. But, you do have a very attractive man's number to call, anytime of the day or night.
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