Saturday 11th April...The magic of the city..

I am shattered. I need to go to bed. I have had a wonderful day and I must type this whilst the adrenaline is still flowing..
He is snoring softly stretched out on the bed. As l look at him I am thinking how annoyingly handsome he looks although he needs a shave and that the muscles under his t-shirt are enough to make me stay in this room all day tomorrow.

I have had the most amazing day...We have wandered through the Nachsmarket, laughed at the Punch and Judy show. I have been enchanted by the fact that music is literally in the air in this city. In the Opera house I wanted to learn to waltz. To waltz around those grand rooms to the sound of the Blue Danude, oh what a thrill that would be.

As we entered St Stephens the cool, dank air hit us smelling faintly of candle wax and incense. He reached his hand towards mine as we walked to where Mozart made his wedding vows. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. Out loud he said, 'do you think it would be really bad,' he whispered the rest in my ear. 'What in a Church you mean?' I said in mock horror and laughed. 'I am a good Catholic girl, it would be really bad.' 'Oh thats a shame,' he said. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, twirled me about. 'I love you, he said, plonking me back down. 'Get off, you have gone bonkers,' I said blushing. As I glanced around I could see people smiling at us.
We devoured a delicious meal of Wiener Schnitzel, Tafelspitz, Apfelstrudel and Sachertorte and a light refreshment or three in the Schweizer Haus.
Vienna is a must see after sunset...we rode the giant ferris wheel in the Wiener Prater...I felt like I was floating in the sky. As I looked around I could see the whole of Vienna. He said to me, 'I do not need to ask if you are happy you're eyes are sparkling and dancing.' I snuggled in close and said, 'incase I forget to say it later, thank you darling.'
At the bottom of the wheel was a wedding party. The bride was beautiful and her young attendants were dressed in cornflower blue Dirndls or linen shirts and seal skin coloured Lederhosen. They looked absolutely wonderful as if they were about to set off on a Sommerfrische. It was easy to spot the father of the bride he had that I have lost something quite precious and things will never be quite the same look. I asked, 'what do you think goes through the father of the brides head on the wedding day?' He simply replied, 'the guy hopes his new son-in-law will love, care for his daughter and bear her burdens as he has done in the past.'
He offered me the crook of his arm and said lets get you back before you get to tired as you will want to email two young rogues.

I have had the type of day that are memories always with a smile.