Good Friday...Gruss Gott

The airport security look at me as if I am insane...Possibly I am.
Bongos are still pounding in my head. Does your head still hurt he asks. 'Yep a bit,' I mutter, 'I need to sit down.' He wraps his arm around my shoulders. 'Come on lets find somewhere to sit and I will go and buy you a cooked breakfast. 'Eff off,' I whimper. 'You have got a mouth like a navvy sometimes darling, he says, smirks and kisses my mouth into silence before he goes off to buy me some water.
We board the plane to be met by ten foot girl with a booming voice, whilst She peers suspiciously at my sunglasses.
I wonder to myself if she might be pissed and to qualify as cabin crew do they have to leave their brains at the door?!
As I drop into my seat my muscles turn into soup, I put my head on his shoulder and I sleep for the entire flight dribbling on his shoulder.

Half an hour by train and we are in Vienna. I am enchanted by what I see and wonder why people choose Paris over this city.
Walking through the streets is like walking back in time. It is a city at first glance that is beautiful, vibrant, and romantic. A city full of old world charm and magic. I drink in the beautiful buildings as he leads me by the hand and seems to know exactly where we are going.
We are staying in the most wonderful little pension run by a couple who can not do enough for us. They lead us to the attic where we have a very white, spotless clean ensuite room with the biggest bed covered with the most inviting duvet and pillows. They fling open the window and gesture for me to come look...the sight is breath taking... in front of me is stretched half of Vienna. I imagine I can smell flowers, coffee and freshly baked bread. I turn to say so and there on the table is all those wonderful smells in front of my eyes. We devour the sweet Viennese breakfast. The pink gloop and its after effects are now a bad memory.
He pulls me to the window telling me we are going on an adventure whilst leaning in close to me. His breath is hot against my ear. Suddenly I feel a stab of lust so intense I bite my bottom lip incase I let out a gasp.
He produces six sealed envelopes from behind his back with the instructions I may pick two to open each day. I pick two and tear them open one says Marionette Show and the other reads Fiaker Ride. I am overwhelmed and hug him. My face pressing against the warm wool of his sweater. 'Oh I'm so touched,' I burble. A smile is playing on his lips and he fixes me with that piercing, sizzling blue eyed stare.