my daddy calls me bruce: My First Week in Vienna: The Cliff Notes version. . .

So, after much drama over whether or not this adventure would/could/should happen, things kinda worked themselves out on there own (Really, I contributed nothing other than getting a few papers signed and showing up) I found myself last Tuesday arriving at the SLC airport at 5:30am (apparently there's one of those in the morning too) and I finally realized what exactly I was doing and then met a whole bunch of new peeps who all seemed to already know what was going on (I, of course, had no clue. What else is new.) I proceeded to get on the airplane, sit awhile, get on a new plane, sit some more, get on a yet another plane, sit for an eternity and Ta-Da! I was in Europe. Well that was easy enough I guess. I pulled myself out of my state of relative consciousness and moved myself toward customs, pulled out the envelope where I had my tickets and passport, only to realize that I had my tickets, but no passport. It was gone. Gone, gone. And for good. So, perhaps not so easy after all. I will spare you the details, but after 4 hours of sitting on a bench in the airport thinking, "Well, that was a fun 14 hours of sitting, let's do it again! Hawaii's not so bad anyway" I was saved by a determined professor and the American Embassy. Cool, so I am actually going to see this city. Imagine that. Yay! Since then I have moved in with my host family, started classed, sort of figured out public transportation and tried to see everything possible in between. So far= GRAND. Here are a few pictures I've managed to capture in the process.