Jesus built my hotrod

Thursday was Christi Himmelfahrt, a holiday over here. This day celebrates Jesus' ascension to heaven. A literal translation (which is where all the fun is) would be "the day Jesus drove to heaven." (Himmel = Heaven. Fahrt comes from fahren, which is the verb used for driving a car, as well as riding a bike or train or whatever.)For me, Christi Himmelfahrt became Chris Wienfahrt, since I went to Vienna for a long weekend with a friend of mine from work. In about three and a half days we hit most of the major places (two palaces and all that comes along with them, the major cathedral, various other large and/or impressive buildings, several parks, a classical music concert, various restaurants and cafes).It's a nice city, but my feelings about it mirror those I got from Paris quite a bit. Too crowded and too many tourists. I would live there before living in Paris, though.I also think that, not having traveled as a child, I never really learned the art of traveling, and therefore I'm not very good at it. Sure, I can do it, but it really wore me down to the point where I'll need another day or so to really recover. Pretty sad.