旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커  � Dimensions In The Dark by J. L. Black Page 35 �  쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑  � tonight we were to have a 'get acquainted' dinner. I choose to take �  � this day so I could spend the time enjoying the city of Salzburg and �  � the beauty surrounding it. The people, though most German speaking, do �  � speak some English and are charming and gracious. They, unlike other �  � areas of Europe I have visited did not seem to have a general dislike �  � for Americans, which made the site seeing trip of their city even more �  � enjoyable. I lunched at Cafe Tomaselli on Alter Market. A story book �  � type of cafe with sidewalk tables and a wonderful selection of fine �  � Austrian foods to choose, not even looking at the most delectable �  � pastries they offered. �  � �  � When evening came, I enjoyed dinner, with the rest of the tour group, �  � at the Dachgarten Restaurant Europa, atop the Europa Hotel. The view �  � of the city is positively splendid from here. The food, though �  � somewhat expensive, I would say was well worth the price. �  � �  � It was there I met the rest of the tour group. Much to my surprise and �  � delight I saw someone sitting at the table I recognized. Thomas �  � Prescott sat quietly at the other end of the table with a gentleman �  � named Mr. Bentley. He raised his hand in a sort of wave motion, �  읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸