Vienna, Austria
A night at the opera. I remember standing in line with a mish-mash of other backpackers, hoping that there were still €2 standing-room tickets left. I remember thinking, “Will they let me in wearing flip-flops?” I remember hobnobbing with the other ticket-holders, drinking champagne and eating chocolate-covered strawberries, the songs of Mozart still fluttering through my head. I remember pinching myself to make sure this wasn’t all a dream.
