We doubled checked our train departure time (having learned from previous mistakes in Venice), and set off immediately for salad dressing. We decided that McDonald's would be most likely to help us out in this endeavor. After the 15 minute walk there, that notably gets longer every time you make it, passed slowly. Kjelsie invested in a cheesy tourist fan, like Mikayla's Toledo one--they come in so handy on hot, stinky euro trains. The McD's manager who received our obscure only-salad-dressing order, turned out to be kind of creepy. He did however, give us the dressings free of charge, and being the sweet Midwesterners that we are, we felt obligated to buy something from him. Cappucinos sufficed. He didn't charge us full price for them... unless you count the conversation as payment, as he sauntered over to our table just minutes afterwards.
We sat on the steps of the canal and oh-so-picturesquely read our books until the time came to board our train. We didn't get a compartment-mate initially so we folded out the couchettes, turned off the lights, watched Anchorman on KJ's ipod, and fulfilled all the usual happenings of a slumber party. :) Around midnight we did get a German-buddy but he just sat on one of the seats that hadn't been folded out yet, and left a couple hours later. At some point later we gained an Italian-buddy... who knows when... and he hung out with us until we disembarked at Vienna's Westbahnhof.
All sounds fun, except the fruit at micky D's. You got you salad dressing ; so I guess a little fruit is okay ha. Love you girls. Gma
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