Not Prostitutes. Not Pigs. Better. Way Better.

The third time really is the charm, people, when it comes to neighborhoods. And I hit the jackpot on this one.

The first time I spun the apartment wheel, I got prostitutes on my street. They were Vienna prostitutes, of course, so it's not as bad as it sounds. They aren't our typical Michigan Avenue street walker. I never felt in danger, and in fact, I quite enjoyed seeing how high their boots could get to their hip bones. They even had sassy umbrellas for the Vienna rainy season. More prepared than boy scouts, it seems. But still, not necessarily something you request to live near.

The second time I spun the apartment wheel I got pigs going to slaughter. I'll be honest, I preferred the prostitutes. Pigs screeching before they are about to die is rather haunting. Take my advice and ask if there are slaughter houses next door before you sign. But it was certainly an interesting experience.

So this time, I spun again. Complete luck of the draw. And I got chocolate. I now live next door to Lindt. And not just a shop. The Lindt factory. Where they make the chocolate. Mornings are filled with chilly air and the wonderful smell of melted chocolate. My ride home is just as cozy. How very nice, my neighbor is Charlie and his Chocolate Factory.