Vespa smackdown

So, after much research and doing a pretty outstanding job of convincing my dad that it's a good idea, it looks like I won't be getting a Vespa. Getting an Austrian driver's license, it seems, is a rather difficult and expensive process, and I'm pretty happy moseying about on my bicycle.

My new little Puch commuter bike has nothing on my Specialized in California, but it does have fenders and a proper rack, both of which were missing on my old bike and will be very much needed here. Plus, it was a bargain, and who can resist a good deal?

By the way, I went to the funk jazz dance class. We danced to Britney. It was awful. BUT then we decided to try the afrodance class after, and it was amazing. Perhaps it helps that the instructor is a very large, dark-skinned, handsome Brazilian man rather than some annoying, scrawny dude,.. Either way, I'm now signed up and ready to get my afro groove on every Tuesday night.

Here are some photos from the past week:

Corn thief

Austrian boonies

This guy was nice

Schnitzel + Dirndl = Austria

Hey! That's my niece!

Hey! That's a cowboy, pirate, animal-tower

And no, we are not too old to play with Playmobile

Scenic, no?