Short Story: The Empty Speech Bubble

She scratched her nose. The movement irritated her newly healing tattoo located on her finger. Evelyn surveyed the underground train with its ever-changing occupants, Chanel bags next to trash bags stuffed with a conglomeration of items, families crammed next to singles, old fashioned next to high fashion. A swirl of scents, colors, movements. Five stops to go. A woman who looked like she’d just walked out of a magazine rushed to another train car just as the doors were closing....
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A Weekend in Prague

Well, I’ve been to Prague now, the very real and exciting city to an over-exuberant friend who has never been. And you know, I think he was right. It is a pretty neat city. It’s size makes navigation simple, and the exchange rate is not bad at all. I withdrew 100 euros (roughly 3000 Czech Crowns) for the weekend, and I came back with about 30 euros worth of Czech Crowns. Guess I’ll have to go back to Czech Republic...
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Stolen Wallet: What Can Be Done

Once upon a travel, I had the fun of meeting a friend at the train station. She came from Italy to visit me in Austria. We had met almost a year and a half ago, and at that time, we joked about visiting one another in our European countries. Who knew it would actually happen! Our quick friendship hinged on our love of travel and living far from home (she’s from Australia while I’m from the USA). I stood on...
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Der Naschmarkt (A Giant Flea Market)

The last time I was in Austria, my acquaintances kept asking me if I had visited the Naschmarkt. Naturally, I had no idea what they were talking about since my German is limited to “Guten Morgen” and “Wedersehn” (which is really only the shortened form of good-bye). But I was able to deduce that we were talking about some sort of market because let’s be honest “market” and “markt” aren’t so different. It only happens on Saturdays, but it happens...
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A Glimpse of Vienna’s Public Transport

As an American, I have very little experience with public transportation. It never made sense when I lived in America because I had to drive to whichever station I planned on using. But in Europe, and Austria specifically, things are different. The train station is walking distance from my flat (apartment for all you Americans), and once in the city, my ticket covers riding buses, trams, and the u-bahn (the underground). If these types of transportation don’t work, I have...
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