Take the Yellow Line...

The instructions from our hotel seemed simple enough; "From the train station take the Yellow Subway Line three stops to "Opera". The Chinese fire drills began as we dismounted the train and ploughed our way through 3 gazillion people in the station. " Which way's the subway?? Down these stairs? You stay with the luggage and I'll go look...nope not there. Hey, see over there? doesn't that look like a stairway accross that street? Yes. But is that an under ground parking garage? You stay with the luggage.....Yes, it's the subway. Now what? There's an information desk. You don't speak English? Yes. She pointed to the ticket booth and down the escalator and left. Two tickets to 'Opera'...much writing, stamping with tickets in hand and down the escalator. No sign for Opera, on the train getting farther from recognized landmark, off the train slip past the ticket inspectors, up, over...oopps another ticket inspector...unloose a barrage of English...waved on, we get the world's oldest subway car..three stops later we emerge near our hotel. All this and not a cross word between the Curmudgeon or Curmudgeonette! Much easier than driving in Romania last year!

Still to come: Reflections on our stay in Vienna.