I've been in Vienna three days now...wait, make that four. As you may have suspected, none of the dire things I was worried about came to pass. I got an aisle seat on my overnight flight. I couldn't sleep anyway, but not because I was worried about climbing over someone to go to the bathroom. My luggage didn't get lost. It's heavy, but I'm glad I packed all the stuff I
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