- I ate so much Hungarian food that I can't fit into any of my clothes. So physically, I returned to Vienna a very different person. Take a look at that delicious dish of goulash below.
- I've got a country crush on Hungary. Hungarians are proud of every aspect of their country, from the weird language (unlike any language spoken in rest of central Europe) to their marauding warrior past (every other guy is named Attila in honor of Attila the Hun). So proud, in fact, that it made me momentarily bitter at my parents that I wasn't born Hungarian. And the country's architecture is to die for. Seriously. Everything has so much... character. Want a 13th century castle? Some Communist statues? Maybe a Gothic church? Or how about a spy museum (the "Terror House") devoted to life under a totalitarian regime? Budapest has got it all.
Beyond all the family-friendly stuff, Budapest has awesome nightlife and very cheap beer as well. This is a deadly combination. Case in point: a lot of my Saturday night was spent at a medieval wine cellar that had been turned into a bar (see picture below). My closest friends from work are all Latin American so we decided after a few drinks that it was time to introduce Hungary to some Americas flavor. And by "Americas flavor," I mean "scream out 'Dame mas Gasolina' uncontrollably." I think there was also talk of traveling from Peru to London via llama, but given the amount of beer we'd had at that point, it's hard to clearly remember the context in which that conversation took place. Frankly, I think it's better that way. Although Budapest's clubs sacrificed my Sunday to the hangover gods, they were glorious (glorioso?) at the time.
