Bibi...

... is my host mom. Right now, it's 11 pm and she's playing a loud video game in her room, which is next door to our room. She plays this game all the time! I wonder about her sometimes.
Tomorrow is the great Ringstrase excursion and I get to take a new route, using buses and streetcars, to get there. The afore-mentioned public transit vehicles are much more daunting to navigate than the U-Bahn, because of the pre-automated-vehicle construction of the Viennese streets. Nevertheless, one day I will find be able to find the reason in their madness. (I can't remember quite how the expression goes)

Tomorrow night I am also going to watch Fiddler On The Roof with the other members of the Holocaust Lit. course. Our prof, Ann, set up bimonthly movie times for our class, so that should be fun.

German is growing on me. I used to think it an ugly language, and last on my list of languages to learn. It's not that bad, actually. It's just precise and guttural and doesn't flow quite as nicely as French. However, hearing German all around me, with many different speakers, I can appreciate the language much more.
Also, I've discovered that I love hearing English spoken with a true German accent.

Frauke had a few of us over for tea. She mentioned that her apartment was one of the only ones in the building that has running water. It's strange for me to think that one could live in the heart of Vienna and yet have to go out to a fountain for water everyday.