Lost and Found

In a foreign city,
You try to get around.
Sometimes you get lost, but then
Eventually, you're found.

If language is an issue,
It complicates a bit.
You cannot let frustration
Let you fall into a snit.

The locals offer guidance
To get you on your way.
A map or body language works
When English they can't say.

There always are surprises, though -
Some new friends in the group,
A subway ride (with no A/C!),
A cold pea minted soup.

And on the rooftop garden now,
I sit and write these words,
With serenades of sirens and
A bunch of local birds.

Tonight we'll cruise the Danube,
Which sounds pretty much sublime.
Perhaps an inspiration for
Another prime time rhyme!