I'll Do Better #39
Vienna
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The freshly squeezed, ice-cold orange juice was a delightful combination of sweet and tart on my tongue, stimulating my taste buds, making me feel fully alive. It was made perfect by a smooth consistency that hadn’t removed the drink’s substance, but it wasn’t pithy either. I smacked my lips from a taste explosion after drinking my first delicious mouthful while Emily tore off a crusty, golden, buttery croissant tip, feeding it to me.
We were packed and ready to leave after breakfast, sitting outside the Weinrediers’ home on a picnic bench I would miss dearly for its aspect toward the sun and stunning views. The main festivities were over, and only a few diehard stragglers remained visiting the Weinredier estate, assembling slowly at the main winery building to enjoy a morning tour of the vineyard.