Surviving in Vienna/Where's JON?????

This is Danny. That last post from Galway, I thought at that point that was the end of Ireland proper (as in when you give in to events and end up where you didn't expect). You guys remember that girl from the first post on Dublin, who lent me her laptop.. well two weeks later, when I sat down in my hostel in Galway, was her, right there, Desirae!! Weird...!! Anyway the next day she drove me up to Donegal, which is a really dank town. Then from there, I took the bus to Dublin (instead of from a rather boring Galway), wandered in Temple Bar (again more people at night than at noon), and slept and then flew to Paris where my parents fed me well and housed in a posh hotel. Then the next day they sent off, via TGV, to Vienna (with a stopover in Zurich), and I finally arrived, a day (unecessarily) before the three other guys. No worries, I just got a bed in a room full of curious Brits ("does everybody really use those plastic red cups?") and spent the day meandering the Vinna Old Town. Then in the evening I had the emotional reunion with three guys I've know for about 70 lifetimes. But where's that other guy, the goofy one who we all thought for a while had ADD? Dude we think about you and in that way you're here already. Now on to Charlie->
Yer. Now it's the big guy (Charles). David, Rob and I made it to Venice (in case you weren't sure) and enjoyed about a day and a half there. We arrived at about 6 and hung out for a little as we were rather tired. At 8 however, we met up with the girls I had met in Nice. They were slightly surprised that we showed up in Venice(we were slightly surprised about this too) but we ultimately had a fun time with them. We ended up playing pong with this AMerican guy living in Venice. He was a frequent visitor at a bar we were in and set us up with tables, balls and dip cups. we played a couple of games before walking back to our hostel and just barely making our curfew. We, however, were far more punctual for our psycho hostel employees than we are for our parents. The next day we woke up relatively early to get our train tickets. We had to place our bags in lockers at the train station due to the whacky siestas taken by our hostel employees (the hostel completely shuts down from 12 to 3). We then head to San Marco's and checked the important sights in Venice. We also stopped at Harry's Bar which was fun to see, but slightly disappointing since the bar required pants and the restaurant required an outrageous amount of ducats. We had neither pants nor ducats.
In Vienna we arrived at the Sudbahnhof train station, while Danny waited for us at the Westbahnhof train station. By the time he realized the mistake and searched for us at the Sudbahnhof station, we had arrived at the hostel's room already. Whammy. Anyway, thanks to the magical powers of cell phones, we met up with Danny, hugged and walked off towards a greek dinner swapping stories.
Greeting Danny, we were reminded of how much we miss all of you guys back home. Your comments, messages, wall posts, survival kits, books and gifts have kept us well. We really do think about you often.
Honestly,
Team America
Goodnight