At the pub the smallest serving is half a litre. It s a little cold here, hovering around 0C, and I'm sick of wearing five layers of clothes, but it s all part of the bargain. I have now seen the Blue Danube, and I assure you, it is not as blue as Strauss makes it out to be. You can see Austria from Passau, crazy stuff. Sometimes it s funny to think that I ll be here for another 12 months, but I seem to have made the transition well.
Language is still a problem.
I only understand very small amounts of High German, and the Bavarian dialect is literally like a foreign language. I say this without a hint of hyperbole. Also on the keyboard they have their Z's and Y's mixed up. It seems to me that I have written nothing of great import in this letter so here is a thought. This is the second time I have attempted to write this epic story of love, deceit, majesty and awe since my computer threw me offline.