My list of favorite cities has shifted to make room for Budapest. I loved the confluence of cultures that exude mystery and dark secrets, but also puts a brave face on centuries of turmoil and takeovers. It’s like Istanbul married Vienna and they had an only child.
We arrived here by train from Prague. At the station we met a gaggle of 60 somethings who unfortunately fit the American tourist stereotype. They were over-packed, over-bearing and definitely over-shared. They were on a two week Vienna/Prague/Budapest trip and could tell us ANYTHING we needed to know about those cities - especially all about the weird food, the heat, the stairs, the lack of air conditioning, the prices, and a serious lack of people who spoke decent English. Of course that was after we learned everyone’s relationship to the others in the group - who's sister-in-law shouldn’t put up with her husband one more minute, who’d been neighbors for thirty years, etc. … you get the picture. This all happened in less than twenty minutes! Finally we made a break for it before and found a spot much further down the platform.
|The American Tourist is alive and well in Europe.|
We learned she had traveled extensively in Africa and South East Asia. She had been on her way to Nepal when we met her, but the earthquake there made for a change of plans and she was heading to Budapest for a week with an eye towards re-visiting Morocco. She lives on Martha’s Vineyard and is an accomplished artist. Through sales of here paintings she supports a school in Sambaru, a tribal community in northwest Kenya. You will love her paintings! Here’s a link to a recent article: http://www.eisenhauergallery.com/download/danforth.pdf.e7cc34984dbe3de2ef07bab2967b9857
|Enjoying one of the worst meals of our trip with one of the best friends we've made.|
|Our cabin mate on the train to Budapest.|
|The front door to our Airbnb and my new friend Misha.|
|The entrance to the Parliament Building.|
|Inside the massive Market Hall just two blocks from our apartment. Heaven!|
|A moving memorial to the Jews shot at the bank of the Danube.|
|Just one of the many Communist era statues in Memento Park.|
|Dear Comrade Lenin, I'd like a new Porsche for Christmas, please!Oh wait. There is no Christmas!|
|It was hard to leave this handsome, green-eyed lover. I mean cat.|
|The IKEA of Ruins Bars. This was on the bi-annual junk collection day.|
|Oddly, these bars were really clean! It only looked like you'd stick to the chairs.|
|Michael checking out one of the upper floors of the Szimpla Kert Ruin bar.|
|Patrons are encouraged to add their own personal touches to the decor.|
|One of the few times it is okay to be in hot water!|
|The outdoor pool was a great escape from a hot afternoon.|
|Inspiring choral singing in a simple setting made for a perfect Sunday morning.|
|Farewell from the land of goulash and paprika. Lots of paprika!|
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Debbie and Michael
The Senior Nomads