As we got to the table, I told OC I had seen them and layed my head down. She kept saying, "Look up at them, they are right there." I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't move. As OC stood up to go to them I slowly stood up, walked about 3 steps and I was finally in his arms.
After what seemed like an hour long hug, we went into the restaurant and I made Hrvoje stand up and hugged him too. They presented us with stuffed animals. We were pleased. We each had a coke. We talked, and explained the baggage situation. Ivan got out a map of Vienna. We found where everything was, and Ivan and I went to the window and found the nice lady.
We pointed on the map. "Ah," she exclaimed, "Sudbahnhof!" I felt like saying "Bless you", but figured it was a little too cliche. We gave her Hrvoje's cell number and she promised to call around 4 and we'd tell her exactly where we were, so the bags could be delivered.
Leaving the airport, we bought tickets for the bus into Vienna proper, to the tune of 5,80 Euros each.
After a half hour, we arrived at the Sudbahnhof. That's German for "You'll never find your way out of this God-forsaken bus station." It's SO true. Ok, actually it means "South Bus Station". Not only buses go there, trains are also there. It's really a train station with buses around the outside. Which means the people at the ticket counter don't speak English, and don't know what the word bus means, nor do they know where to find one. So after we put our 2 bags, pillows and backpacks in lockers, we went looking for the bus to Zagreb, thinking that it's better to find where it leaves from now, rather than waiting until the last minute and getting lost. We spent 2 hours in the Sudbahnhof looking for the damn place, and still didn't find it. Giving up, we finally decided to see something other than the bus/train station, and went to an Italian restaurant across the road and down the street. I had a 4 cheese ravioli type substance. It was good. We sat at that restaurant for like 2 or 3 hours, talking and laughing our asses off.
We DID leave, after I paid a 46 Euro bill. The exchange rate was $1.00 = 1,05 Euros. I left my sunglasses on the table in the restaurant.
On the way back was the Belvedere Museum. The grounds were huge, so we went to the door. It was too expensive to go in, so we loitered for an hour or so. There is a little mazish type thing there, and we sat on a bench and talked for quite a while. At that point, we found out Hrvoje speaks German and had been letting us flounder around Vienna (well, the Sudbahnhof, since that's all we really saw of the city). *grumble*
Belvedere Museum:
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