The Moving Form is moving along nicely. Nothing new so far. Didn't expect there to be. Uttanasana was good today. Got my forehead to my knees. That is progress. Zhander has been really open and real with us. Very giving. He taught in Hungary last weekend. People were so poor he took no money. They brought eggs and chickens.

I continue to swim, as Andy put it. Swimming, yes, swimming with all my might. I want to squeeze every penny out of this trip! We sacrificed much for me to come here. So keeping myself right on point, in the middle of the practice and all that is being evoked here. Contemplating where my life wants to take me. How I'm going to bring my work forward. Who the hell am I, anyway, and what the hell IS my work? Lots of time to reflect and feel and swim in it all. Oh yes, swimming away.

Vienna is boring me now. I'm sick of the food. Portland has MUCH better food. The pastries at Grand Central beat anything here all to shit. Though Andy says butter is good for me and there is a lot of good butter here. There are nice spots, but how many big buildings can you see? I would much rather have stayed in the old part of Vienna in what used to be the wineyards. Very old European. No big buildings, but a charming old European village. Reminded me very much of southern France, which I love. Much more character. Less ego imposition. More humble, sweet, relaxed.

But for today, more big buildings, though I did venture out to a local garden area and took some shots there. A view from a balcony of some lovely Austrian horses and other sites...I'm sure I'll something more interesting to say tomorrow...