Life is good. Odd to say that so soon after yesterday, but I had a good day.
I am in a very nice hotel (my dad rocks), they have a nice little cafe downstairs that I had breakfast at. Then the hotel was nice enough to shuttle me over to my first Suzuki class. Lo and behold, during a break, the insurance people called. They inquired about whether I had gotten a rental car yet (nope, being twenty complicates this). They said they would call dad about it, since he is in charge of this stuff. A couple of hours later, Enterprise called (the rental agency, not the Star Fleet vessel) and said they had a reservation for me. They came, picked me up (that is pretty cool), and I now have a rental to drive. This is another first. I hope to God (and I am being careful to the point of paranoia) that I don't crash it.
Somewhat ironically, Dad called several hours later, and told me all of this again.
I had a good time at the class. It's called Every Child Can! (tm), and the teacher, Ron Stieg, was a fairly random yet entertaining guy. He has been a teacher for 28 years, and is one of the most idealistic guys I have ever met. Apparently he taught my teacher. I am not sure that we could be teacher/student without me hating him eventually, but he had some good advice.
Tomorrow we begin another class that will last until next Sunday. Suzuki Violin book 1. I feel sarcastic about it right now, so I'll just skip over it for now.
It feels like a sauna outside. You can feel the heat and moisture wrapping all around you. The heat index is 105 today. And it's going to stay that hot for a little while. I don't mind it, actually. I think I adjusted to the weather in Vienna. At least we have good airconditioning here.
I am thinking about where to go to dinner. Have to look around on the internet and in the brochures that the hotel has so thoughtfully provided.
One day down, nine to go.
Greeny