Buda and Pest, divided by the Danube, united by a bridge. heh.
The steeper streets--like this one--are quite an ordeal for vehicular traffic.
The opera house, about two blocks from the apartment where Liz and I stayed
The apartment. Vaulted ceilings. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought to bring a volleyball.... Here's the story: this apartment is actually the headquarters for a music ministry called Crescendo. On Tuesday night, I had gone to a Crescendo concert in Iasi, and on Friday night, I stayed in their mission headquarters in Budapest, and I had no idea until I got there that they were remotely connected.
The Parliament building shortly before the storm cloud broke.
Liz and I at Heroes' Square...at this particular moment in history, Liz had a pounding headache, there was a street-dance troupe practicing behind us, a sound check for a huge concert on my left (hence the headache?), and my fingers were stickier than they had been since I was two. Fun times.
This would be why my fingers were sticky. Hungarian yumminess, that right there. Bring your own napkins.
The airline that Liz and I flew had excellent service.
Buda and Pest, divided by the Danube, united by a bridge. heh.
The steeper streets--like this one--are quite an ordeal for vehicular traffic.
The opera house, about two blocks from the apartment where Liz and I stayed
The apartment. Vaulted ceilings. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought to bring a volleyball.... Here's the story: this apartment is actually the headquarters for a music ministry called Crescendo. On Tuesday night, I had gone to a Crescendo concert in Iasi, and on Friday night, I stayed in their mission headquarters in Budapest, and I had no idea until I got there that they were remotely connected.
The Parliament building shortly before the storm cloud broke.
Liz and I at Heroes' Square...at this particular moment in history, Liz had a pounding headache, there was a street-dance troupe practicing behind us, a sound check for a huge concert on my left (hence the headache?), and my fingers were stickier than they had been since I was two. Fun times.
This would be why my fingers were sticky. Hungarian yumminess, that right there. Bring your own napkins.
The airline that Liz and I flew had excellent service.
3 comments:
Fun!
Um, what EXACTLY would Hungarian yumminess be composed of? I mean, not doubting the yumminess. Just coveting the ingredients list.
yeah, not really sure on that one. some sort of dough...a strip of dough, actually, wrapped around a spit-thingy and slowly baked over hot coals...and then coated with coconut, honey, cinnamon sugar, whatever you want...
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