The first six months of this year passed in a blur. My life had quietly fallen into a pattern of monotony: wake up, go to the gym, work, cook, clean, sleep — repeat. Weekends became my only lifeline, and even they were tinged with the heaviness of Sunday blues. It was as if I'd lost the colour in my own story.
Then, like magic, an invitation landed in my inbox: a trip to Vienna. Four days of exploring cobblestone streets and baroque palaces under the European summer sun? I didn't hesitate. I threw my winter coat aside and packed my bags faster than you can say 'apple strudel'.
Flying across the world for only a handful of days may seem wild, but for me, it was necessary. Somewhere over the clouds — between half-finished books and much-needed naps — I felt something begin to shift. I was reclaiming my sense of wonder.
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It had been a decade since I last visited Austria, and somehow it was even more beautiful than I remembered. Vienna doesn't shout for your attention — it softly enchants you. With grand imperial architecture, tranquil streets, and a pace that allows you to breathe deeply, the city feels like it belongs in a fairytale. Here's how I found the magic again.
