Anybody who’s spoken with me in the last two years, knows that I often begin my sentences, “I heard in a podcast that…”

Because I listen to a lot of them. On the bus, the subway, driving, at the gym, you name it.

But I realized today, walking towards the Old Town in Vienna that, whenever I’m in a new city, I don’t want to listen to my iPod. I want to hear the sound of the city, even if it is the same old sound of cars driving by.

There’s the odd clonk of the trams, the honking, and the lacking of it. The muffled sounds of everything when there’s snow. And I don’t want to miss it.