Day Thirty-Three

14/06/25 - Day Thirty-Three

I allowed myself a morning to be a complete slob: lying in, eating and watching TV with Grace, while Lewis and Corolla went to the gym. I then mustered some energy and went into town with Lewis to see the sites. Vienna is a beautiful city of baroque and neoclassical architecture. It was also the pride parade so the whole center was a big carnival/party atmosphere. After getting over our blatant straightness, we danced along and Corolla joined us. We bought beer and had fun. Lewis especially was getting stuck in and already saying he was coming again next year! We left after a while as Lewis and Corolla were off to the theatre, leaving me to myself for the evening. This was welcome as it gave me a chance to properly rest and eat and update my blog, before getting an early night. 

 

 

 

 

 

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