Day 54: Laying Low in Bratislava

At just an hour and 20 minutes, the bus ride between Vienna and Bratislava was the shortest ride we've taken on our trip between cities. I sat next to a woman who was nervously clutching the purse on her lap and across the aisle, a textbook frat boy. Oxford blue long sleeve shirt rolled up…

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Day 50: Sampling Intercourse in Vienna

"Are you ready for intercourse?" The waitress asked me. "Beg your pardon?" I kindly asked back. "Intercourse. Is your family ready for intercourse?" "I'm sorry, we didn't think this restaurant was that kind of place." I said while protectively eyeing my wife and daughter and shooting glimpses towards the bushes to see if I was…