Graz

It’s both surprising and shocking, that the last time I’ve seen much more of Graz than the inside of a basketball gym was almost 20 years ago, when we visited a friend of our family in Leibnitz.

Almost as astounding is how much I can still recall from those two trips. Walking up and down the Schlossberg felt like a huge déjà vu.

I was invited by my brother and his girlfriend to their home and we spent an exciting weekend watching a [Bodo Wartke performance][1], doing some sightseeing, visiting museums, watching basketball (what else), enjoying some great food and generally having a great time. I also learned some new card and board games, most of which I got badly thrashed at. Getting my revenge is just one of the many reasons, I hope I can be back soon.