Tag: Budapest

  • waiting for words

    Sometimes I mark time with a blinking cursor. Tucked into a quaint corner of the Europe that I love, I ponder what to write. What story could I tell? I wonder how to express this moment that bares down on me like an IC train in full motion. All of my senses are engaged. This…

  • magyarul

    I have heard it said that you can live in Hungary without speaking the language.

  • coming home?

    When Alice fell down the rabbit hole, she landed in another world. All of us live that Wonderland moment as we come home to another culture. For almost half of my life, I have been making that once upon a time journey on both sides of the Atlantic. 

  • take and remember

    The city beckons to us as the lights create an incandescent dance on the Chain Bridge.  Tonight we will spend a warm evening enveloped into the home of Eugenius and Jurga who have become special friends over the last 18 months.  There is a magic that can happen when people from different cultures find a…

  • to munich with a friend

    It is late on Wednesday evening and I have transitioned from coffee to tea. Tonight, I am enjoying Turkish apple while the girls finish their homework. There is a clarinet practice session – level 1 -happening in the background accompanied by the soft hum of the dishwasher. Another line of dirty supper plates are waiting…

  • two places

    I find myself torn between the quaintness of Diosd, this small Hungarian village with a lot of German influence and the amazing life and diversity of Budapest.  To be honest, we live in both.  Our address is the last street in Budapest but the nearest anything is in Diosd.  It takes us 3 minutes to…

  • the city

    I remember the first time they built a mall in Sofia.  We had already been living there for some 4 years and survived nicely without that modern, western convenience.  With the mall came Burger King, H&M, and then one happy pre-Thanksgiving Day, Starbucks! I also remember the day we spent in Budapest on our way…

  • on the danube

    2012.  The New Year.  It represents new starts, new resolutions, new beginnings, new rhthyms.  If that is the definition, then our family began 2012 in August when we moved from our home in Bulgaria to Budapest, Hungary.  I imagined that I would blog all the way through the journey, but things rarely work out as…