Tyrolean transit

I am writing from Innsbruck this evening, after a very long day of travel that went through Germany as well as an unexpected stop in Vienna that added six hours to our trip. We arrived too late to see any of the landscape, although the sudden and stunning presence of the shadowed Alps were still visible during the descent. I can't wait to see it during the day. Everything about the town so far seems to be classic European- narrow streets, the gas line signs high on the corners of the buildings, and the pastel buildings crowding close to each other. Our hotel though, is pure Austrian, with dark carved wood panels, curvy gilt mirrors and lots of pink rosebud chinz.

The keyboard here is just strange enough that typing is a peculiar challenge, which, combined with 19 hours of traveling and four airports, makes for some uncreative writing. They've blended together a bit, although the Vienna airport's sex shop made for a rather entertaining half hour of browsing, and I am still wondering about the double hotdogs that came belted together in Frankfurt.

The group I am with is all Icelandic, so it's been a bit of overload after a whole day of the language, but I am sure that with sleep my outlook on everything will improve. Until then, good night!