That's right, people: Vienna, Austria.
|This is the only time I'm organized|
So now it's time to start planning in earnest, and maybe dust off my old German-English dictionary so as not to make a complete arse of myself in a foreign country. Because this time, it's all on me, people. Sure, we honeymooned in France and I speak not a word of French, but the Husband has spoken it for years, so we were covered. This time, unless Victoria is around to bail me out, my German has to be good enough to get us through. Yikes. I might be saying this a lot...