My head is still configuring—and reconfiguring—just what happened this past weekend. We actually did it: we managed to pack life up in a backpack and Eurail ourselves into Vienna, Austria and Prague, Czech Republic, a few days as nomads…of the sun dress and hostel reservation breed. We filled our days with seeing things that should be seen and taking pictures where they should be taken (which is nearly everything and everywhere: it was a constant feast for the eyes). More interestingly so, I feared for my own sanity in a treacherous overnight train ride, had a tremendous Middle Eastern dinner and perfect beast of an ice cream dessert in Vienna, saw every animal known to man, in taxidermy form, jumped into toddler-sized carnival rides at a closed amusement park, was floored to find myself in the presence of works by the brilliant Klimt and Mucha, and rambled on about the intricacies of love and time and questioned the more shallow levels of existence via the Would You Rather game. Needless to say, some of the most striking things about our little adventure were things technically unrelated to the grandeur of both cities; they were little things that I will most likely never forget, and things that I will always find terribly amusing, and yet, they were things that magnified the greatness of travel and the stage it sets for much, much more.