Entlang dem Kanal

I have to say that yesterday was probably the first day that I've been truly happy with where I'm at. Sure, it's easy to say that "Yay, I'm in Europe, everything can't be bad, boring, bombastically bewildering, burdensome, and full of alliterations," but I've felt most of that (the alliteration part mostly). The shine of the coin that is another country has now worn off, I think, so now I'm not busy scurrying around trying to get things in order, taking papers here, money there, uzw. I'm now living here, making this place my new home. Yesterday I went biking up and down the canal that jets out of the Woerthersee and leads into town. My bike, the new love of my life, and I set out, with a waterbottle stashed for easily acessible water (Ironic, huh?).
Fall has taken over and the colors are wonderful. Es gibt rot, gelb, gruen, und viele mehr Farben. The trees drape over the canal, so instead of one view of these colors, I have the reflection of them as well. I loved the slight sting of autumn air in my lungs as I pedalled faster and faster, to recieve, as my present, the cool breeze that comes with coasting. The city side of the canal is loud, noisy, and not necessarily full of people, but there are quite a few of them. I made use of bell, that's to be sure. As I was pedalling back to the suburban side, towards the Woerthersee, the contrast was impressive. The loudest sound came from the birds in the trees, and the distant shouts of children at play. While at Mario Loretto I ran into some of the Poles (Karolina, Andrej) and the Hungarians (Viktoria, her boyfriend, and Zita). We joined forces and the technicolor terror that was are bike gang was formed. We pedalled around to a dock, and laid out in the sun. It was nice laying there, while the sun warmed my body and soul. There was no humid to be found, and the water stung my toes. I was in heaven.
Mozart club was last night and walking back from there was quite the journey. It was the blind leading the blind, or, in this case, the inebriated leading the inebriated. We sang, shouted, stuttered, stammered, and make general asses of ourselves. The moonlight made up for it, and so did the patchwork of clouds that held the moon in it's place. Just lying in the street, looking up at the night sky, made me truly happy to be where I was, to be with the people I was with, and am with now. I'm truly happy to be here now, even with the ever evident feeling of shit that comes with the conservatory. Going to bed last night/this morning at 5am resulted ended one the best days. I hope to have many more magical moments like this.


Ok. Enough alliteration.