We have already been in Vienna for a week and a half. The days have been full of new experiences and sights. We are learning to navigate public transportation and find our way around with the help of our phones.
We have waited in line and filled out forms and made multiple trips to multiple offices because we didn’t have something that we needed the first time or didn’t understand something. We have been the recipients of many stares and a few questions and exclamations over the size of our family. We have received much kindness. We have walked a lot and it is getting easier to climb the 74 steps to our apartment, though I am still out of breath when I get to the top, especially when carrying packages.
We visited the Lego store yesterday where Gabriel bought the Architecture set he has long been saving for. It was a bit disappointing to learn Legos were not cheaper here like we had been told, but he made it home with his set and his new creation will soon be the subject of another post. There is much here to inspire him.
It is a lot to do and a lot to figure out and I long for the day that we feel “settled.” I am reading C.S. Lewis’s book, “Out of the Silent Planet” and thought this part so appropriate to read just now. It fills me with hope.
Ever since he awoke on the space-ship Ransom had been thinking about the amazing adventure of going to another planet, and about his chances of returning from it. What he had not thought about was being on it. It was with a kind of stupefaction each morning that he found himself neither arriving in, nor escaping from, but simply living on, Malacandra; waking, sleeping, eating, swimming and even, as the days passed, talking. The wonder of it smote him most strongly when he found himself, about three weeks after his arrival, actually going for a walk. A few weeks later he had his favourite walks, and his favourite foods; he was beginning to develop habits.