The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Livin’ on a Prayer
He doesn’t speak English, but he speaks Bon Jovi. He wears a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a necklace with some sort of animal tooth or claw. He’s handsome when you overlook the accessory. I’m having such an odd experience. In the city of Mozart, “Livin’ on a Prayer” is blaring from the radio. My new friends and I are driving through Vienna, crossing the First District. I am looking out the window at the immaculate, wedding-cake like Hapsburg palaces while my friends sing the English lyrics with varying degrees of success. We’re going to a Latin club to try salsa dancing. I’m trying to think of another cultural experience to add when they switch from chit chatting in German to calling out directions in Turkish. I laugh aloud at this very small world and consider this the icing on the cake.
–Vienna, Austria
Vienna
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
Reblogged this on News With a Catholic View and commented:
The world keeps getting smaller and smaller and its not all bad.
Memories – Bon Jovi… 🙂
Liebe Grüße
Maccabros
Liebe Maccabros,
🙂 Who knew their songs would still be blared from car radios 30 years later!
pmj
Capuchin monks one day…Bon Jovi and salsa dancing in Vienna the next. That’s pretty incredible Paige. Thanks for continuing to share with us.
Jeff, mostly we’re jumping around in my notebooks, though jet lag would explain my chaos and missing so many blog deadlines in 2015. 🙂 Thanks for keeping the faith that I can get back in the swing of things.
Paige
I liked this
Thank you, Joanne! 🙂
Paige
Oh yeah – music is timeless and by the way – it is liebeR Maccabros, sorry, cause I am a man… 🙂
ganz liebe Grüße für Dich, Paige
Ooo es tut mir leid! 🙂
no Problem – my Nickname isn´t easy to disover… 🙂