I left Vienna and lost my breath as the train pushed further into the Austrian countryside. This country is overflowing with sunbeams on hills and proud trees and perfect old farm houses on the vast lands. I'm in Salzberg, where the Sound of Music was filled, and I swear there is sugar in the water, in the air. Plans have changed and after exploring the countryside today, I will take a night train to Venice. So now Budapest or Prague this time, but Venice and Florence before Barcelona. This journey has provoked my sickness. I am full up of needing to travel. Everywhere new that I go I find out about everywhere else I need to go. It won't end for me. I will be plagued with this itch for life. The hills are singing to me and I have to answer. I'll check in when I get to Italy. Lots of love.