Up, Up, and Get Me Out of Here — Why Flying Kinda Sucks


Let me start by saying you may find this entry entitled, whiney, or even inane at times. It’s meant to be a comical rant. Please take it with an enormous mound of salt. I hope it makes you laugh!

Jason and I are frequent flyers. Not frequent enough to earn any skymiles, but nonetheless we find ourselves in the skies fairly frequently. At the very least, we can navigate the system with as much ease as going to the dentist. Ah, the dentist. You remember that place. A place that you know you have to go, so you make the appointment six months in advance because otherwise it won’t happen.  Then, when the teeth clenching day arrives, you grin and bare it, knowing you’ll be poked, prodded, and otherwise tormented. It’s worth the clean bill of health in the end, but damn if it’s not the last thing you want to do that day.

Before our trip I lapped up the experience of flying. I relished in it! It’s the start of your vacation, even if it starts well before dawn so you can catch that flight. Cocktails in the airport because airport time isn’t real time… Why yes, just one please! Or, at least a decent coffee. I’m on vacation, dern it! Let’s enjoy!

Things are no longer like they used to be. Let me walk you through what our typical flight experience entails. You are me, and here we go.

Last night, you didn’t sleep well. The flight is so early, and you’ve got to take public transit in a way you haven’t before to get to the airport. That alone gets you feeling antsy. Being a travel day, you’re already on edge. Travel days are the grunt work of a great trip. You don’t know what to expect, much is out of your hands, and you’re never well rested enough because, again, you just didn’t sleep well.

But, you’re up, and you’re double checking that what you packed last night is all in order. Do you have your passports? Jason has those. Do you have your boarding passes? They’ll charge you $50 if you don’t (thanks, RyanAir).  Does the Airbnb look acceptable? Of course it does, you two can’t risk a bad rating and, honestly, prefer living in and leaving a livable space. Did you forget anything? Jason is going to ask this every time he walks out the door, no matter where we go, but you’re just ready to leave. But, wait, actually…. did you forget anything? God, I hope not.

You’ve got to get to the airport at least three hours prior to your flight’s scheduled departure time. You have to plan in contingencies and, let’s face it, these travel days are mostly a waste anyway. Better to plan extra time in versus rushing or missing a flight. Airports are never in the center of a city, like a train station is, so in order to get there you have to either take a complicated public transit trip or shell out for a pricey taxi. You opt for public transit, every time it’s at all feasible. Again, it makes you antsy, but you’ll be fine.

Once you finally make it to the airport it’s time to do a document check at the counter of your airline so they can make sure you’ve got your paperwork in order. Don’t want to get through one level of security and be denied entry to another! This is specific to international flights outside of the EU, but it’s something we’ve done over a dozen times.

Docs checked, it’s now time to go through security. Drink that water bottle up! Don’t toss it though, can’t spend another $2 on the plastic replacement just yet. Hope they ignore the suntan lotion this time, it’s over volume by just a smidge and it wasn’t cheap! Once you’ve made it through with most of your belongings intact you immediately shuffle over to immigration to get your passport examined. Again, moving through the EU is a breeze, but any other time you’ve got to appear calm in front of a government agent. You’ve done nothing wrong, but it’s that inherent feeling of distrust around authority figures that freaks you out just a bit. Nevermind, they stamp your passport and you’re out! Whew! Sigh of relief as you are finally out of one country but not yet into another. A true nomad and free agent. Liberating, yet what the hell happens if something happens? No time to think about that, let’s find the gate. You’ve only got two-ish hours to kill now. Two hours?! Yes… you’re early. You’re always early (except that one time in Mumbai). Still though, you remember how America’s security theater really eats up that extra time through mostly unfruitful (except for them if they’re robbing you) search and torment.

No matter, you’ll burn that extra airport time up on the free wifi or, if you’re being good to yourself, will read the Kindle you packed. Read the book, Jen, read it! It’s a good book, Jen!

Two hours comes and goes and, surprise! Time to board! Boarding is unable to feel anything other than a farmer relocating cattle. Shoving is the norm. Queuing is an art in England and Americans aren’t half bad at it either, but several other countries seem to lack this quality. Sheeple maybe be a derogatory term, but it’s not far from the truth here. “Listen up, sheeple; let’s all pretend we’re humans for a few minutes and this won’t be so painful, OK?!” It’s a budget airline, who are you kidding; keep the cattle prods prodding. You’ve got to get to 19B before that asshole in the other seat takes your bag’s overhead compartment space. You have this itsy bitsy backpack compared to his clam shelled monster. How did this make it through? What happened to size limits?!

OK, OK… calm down. You’ve got to sit beside this guy the entire flight, so just be cool. Wait, over there, is that person reclining their seat before we are done boarding? Is that a crying baby? Of course it’s a crying baby; it’s not a flight without a crying baby onboard. Do you have your passport? You’re constantly touching your passport to make sure it’s safe. Every 20 – 40 seconds you give it a little tap while your heart flutters at the thought of losing it.

Everyone is now onboard and the pilot has begun gliding the plane to the runway. Great! It’s been a long day already and you’ve basically went no where yet, but you’re about to! If you are luckily sitting next to your partner during take off then you can hold hands and share, “I love you’s” due to your abrupt overwhelming fear of dying (and due to your undying love for one another!). It doesn’t matter that you logically know you shouldn’t be scared, because statistically flying is one of the safest activities you can do and you do it all the time; you can’t help it. Say a little prayer and remember to just breath.

Peak out that window, buddy, look at that city! Stunning, isn’t it? Now that we’re stablizing you do a gut check and realize, dang it, you’re hungry. You avoided the expensive airport fair; just looking at the cost of food makes you audibly gawk, and you’ve been on the move for hours now. Still, you cannot even fathom paying the premiums on crappy airline food. If you’re on an AirAisia flight you can’t even think about eating snacks you brought with you, because the rules say you can only eat their food onboard their plane. This isn’t dire, but you’ll very likely go hungry. The flight shouldn’t take that long, right? Time to fidget with the phone, Kindle, inflight magazine, or whatever else you can get your hands on. Cheap airlines don’t have any entertainment to offer, so it’s all DIY. Can you sleep? HA! No, but dream from that middle seat about where you’re headed next and try not to make that dream about a restaurant for lunch.

“This is your captain speaking. We’ll be making our final descent into Turkmenistan in about thirty minutes. Please take your seats and stop bothering the flight attendants. And, for the love of all that is holy, shut that baby up!” That’s what you hear at least. Time to wait more and prepare for today’s second shoving match. It took all of your mental capacity to not let it bother you that the person next to you is hogging the armrest the entire time. Window and aisle get one each, middle seat gets two because that’s all they have, so give them that dignity, please!

Budget airlines don’t have their own gates. That’s a luxury only known to those paying more than $25 for a plane ticket. Fair enough, but that means after shoving out of the aircraft you’re herded onto a bus to bump around with your luggage for a few minutes while you make it to the arrivals terminal. Fine fine, but now you have to pee!!!

You take a quick bathroom break before immigration check #2 of the day takes place.  Those somehow always seem to go smoothly, at least. Why do they care more about you leaving than entering a country? Whatever, it’s time to figure out how to get from airport to Airbnb. And, no, you will again not be taking a taxi. What is this, amature hour? You also won’t be eating yet because, ugh, airport prices. But, you will be bitchy due to said lack of food and the high stress you put yourself under today. At least you’ll be done soon and able to relax in a brand new environment. Don’t settle in too much, you’ll be out of there in a week and most likely back in those blue skies.

Jason and I have taken 25 flights during this trip and have four more on the books. Now that you’ve been through a day in the life of one of my flights you might recognize why we feel some frustrations. The act of getting to an airport and being on an airplane is a pain. The ability to travel great distances in short amounts of time and see places you’d hardly dreamed possible a few decades ago is revolutionary. Cheap airfare is democratizing travel in a way that we’ve never seen before. It’s taking it out of the hands of the very few and opening it up to those with less well off means. That’s a beautiful gift, even if it’s not great for the environment. Being on a budget flight is like cramming into an overcrowded fish tank, but it’s worth the squeeze. As long as I’m calling the shots about where I’m going, I’ll happily get squished every time.

Gratitude Attitude as This Moment Slips Away


I wrote this in August, 2016. It’s June, 2017. I’m publishing it now because of a desire for openness and sharing. There’s no shame in my hopes and dreams. Here they are from last year.


For years, I’ve subscribed to the belief of a “gratitude attitude”. What that means to me is that I try to reflect as often as possible on how grateful I am for all of the blessings, good fortune, privileges, and goodness this world has provided to me. I do my best to be grateful during the difficult times and see why I’m fortunate even if things aren’t going my way. I’m in no way perfect and very often get grumpy over the dumbest stuff. Still, I try to reflect on goodness as often as I can, because I know it’s a main component to my happiness.

I miss my bubba boy.

It’s moving week. Hampden has been my neighborhood for three years. I love it here. I’m happy here. I’m even recognized around town by a few people! But, it’s time to move on. The trip is three weeks away to the day. So soon. I’m cleaning the apartment, putting my life in boxes (like I’ve done every single year for the past decade), and canceling the subscriptions. In the past year, in this particular apartment, I had the chance to live alone for the first time and it was glorious! Sleep all over the bed. Build a pillow hammock for one. Skip the dishes till you’re ready to have them done. Keep it as neat and tidy as you like it. Yep, that’s the good life.

Flowers I gathered during another transitionary period in my life in Olympia, Washington in 2011.

Starting Saturday, I’ll be staying with my mom for a few weeks and then we’ll be sleeping in the strangest of places. This morning, I woke up at 5:30 and decided I wanted to nap for a bit on the couch as the sun rose. I was so grateful to sleep on that luxurious couch. I crawled back in bed before Jason noticed I was gone, but it’s moments like that where I’m reminded to be mindful of how short time is and how you have to simultaneously hold tight while keeping your grip loose enough to let go. I’ve held tight before. I’ve gripped onto days and seconds as they escaped with no way to make them stop and stay. It’s a common tale and I’m no different than anyone else afraid of loss. Going through hard times doesn’t mean you are better able handle them later, it means you know it’s going to be tough and you just have to deal with it.

Reflections from the happy life I left behind me.

Many are jealous of the trip, few are leveling with me like they would if they really sunk into my shoes. Picture this… Drop everything, for an entire year of your life, and go away to places you’ve never been (and, up until a few months ago might not have even known existed). Leave your family, friends, and city behind. Don’t work. Don’t make money. Spend money. Struggle. Know you’re going to fight through language barriers and with customs agents. Know there are things in these places will make you physically ill. Risk. Fight. Over directions and because of loneliness. Worry. Wonder what’s happening at home. Feel like you’re missing out on things big and small. Wish you could share the journey with more of those you love. Know that phone calls don’t replace hugs. Try not to envision if the worst happened, but envision it anyway. Be afraid and grieve. For you’re letting so much go and you have no idea what happens on the other side.

I did it! And, I survived. Pictures from the world over. Germany, Budapest, Athens, Vietnam, Thailand, and I think Hong Kong

Am I grateful to go: of course! I’m so humbled to be able to take this on. I’m so honored to be part of something that will open up a whole new world and hopefully deepen my relationship to Jason and humanity itself. I’m going to be challenged every single day in ways that I could never be in my comfortable life at home. When I was younger and went to Indiana I was nervous, but knew farming was what I was called to do. Now, I’m older and more settled down. A dozen times people have said, “Good for you for doing this when you’re young”. I’m 32 in two months, I’m not young; but I’m childless, unmarried, and without a house, so therefore I’m not tied down.

This is a collection of some of the pictures I took for other people in the first month of my trip. It’s incomplete. Pictures for: Chris, Aubrey, Daniel Klein, my mom, Maryland, and everyone for Halloween 🙂

Sometimes, my gratitude is almost a blinder, because it helps me be contented in the moment to the point that I don’t seek as deeply or strive for a new life. It’s easy to be complacent and content. Change is difficult.

I’ve been listening to a great many travel songs today as I pack. I and Love and You really spoke to me:

One foot in and one foot back.
But it don’t pay to live like that.
So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks.
For never to return.

I’ll be back, but I’ll be different and so will you. For never to return to this moment. But, I plan on forever being grateful for the opportunity to live and those whom I love so much.

Europe Part II: Bulgaria, Romania and Hungary


Eastern Europe. I write these words and you think…? Burley men drinking copious amounts of beer? Little old ladies hunched over in babushkas? Communism ? Freezing cold temperatures? People eating goulash in Adidas track suits? Well, you’re not wrong, but there’s more to the story than those the old tropes.

We decided to visit Eastern Europe for a few reasons. Chiefly among them was cost of living and value for our dollars, of course. That’s been a driving factor this entire trip and, for the most part, it’s working out well. We also wanted to see the countryside and do some outdoors activities instead of solely being cooped up in city after city. Lastly, Eastern Europe isn’t the top of most people’s bucket lists (name one country Bulgaria borders without looking at the map below!) but it offers so much and we wanted to take advantage of going somewhere slightly off the beaten path. Here’s a map of what’s considered Eastern Europe, although there is debate about which countries exactly fit the definition.

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Courtesy of Maps of the World

In total, we’re going to Bulgaria, Romania, Hungary, Poland, and the Czech Republic. Originally, I agreed to do this trip if we could visit Turkey and Croatia and thought we could plug them into an Eastern Europe itinerary. Those were my top picks in the world and the only places I insisted upon going. We’re seeing neither of those two countries. Why? Turkey is in a difficult spot right now with Erdogan, their President. There’s potential for civil unrest in Istanbul, even if it hasn’t happened in a few months. Croatia just didn’t fit neatly into the route, as you can see below.

Still, we’re covering a solid amount of ground and now doing it mostly via trains and buses. This is perfect, because the less we fly the better. Flying is a necessary evil. A casual traveler is going to have a different experience, but for us it’s now a chore. If you care to read a long rant about my flight experiences I can share that at another time.

After finishing our Romantic Roman experience, we landed in Sofia, Bulgaria. It’s pronounced Soh-fee-ah, not like the girl’s name So-fia. When we told our AirBnB host where we were coming from she actually apologized to us on behalf of Bulgaria. I laughed and tried to find something comforting to say, but I think I messed up when I said, “Oh no, we were in India not long before this, so honestly Bulgaria is going to be great!” First off, that’s insulting to India and second off, that’s insulting to Bulgaria. Somehow I insulted two nations at once by trying to say I am happy to be here. Great start!

Speaking of great starts, this was the first meal we had in Bulgaria, although they claimed it was in Czech style we found similar foods throughout the country.

Jason and I had wondered to ourselves if there are any nations that don’t have “proud people”. As they say, “America is a proud nation!” and I think Bulgaria (and other parts of the still recovering from communism Eastern Europe) might not be so proud just yet. “What economic crisis?! We’re always 15 years behind!” our tour guide quipped during our free city tour. At least they have a sense of humor about their perceived position in the world.

Old, but not outdated and still beautiful.

Bulgaria may be “behind”, in a few ways, but that can have its advantages. Sofia has a huge number of public parks that people enjoy spending the warm spring days, drinking insanely inexpensive beers and listening to street performers play for the cost of your spare change. Their culture is far more arts focused than I had imagined and the theater scene is thriving there. Public transit is modern enough and worked perfectly well for our needs. It wasn’t the prettiest system we’ve been on (that honor goes to Budapest thus far) but it was sufficient to get us from airport to our AirBnB, to the trailhead of a mountain hike, and to the train station as needed. Overall, what’s left behind is simply the less attractive parts of a busy world.

Google created a postcard picture of Sofia for me. Isn’t it like a movie?

An aspect of travel Jason and I take into consideration more than someone on vacation is the, “Could we live here?” factor. In Asia, we felt we could certainly live in Korea. While the language barrier would be difficult, the standard of living in Seoul is so high it would be easy to adjust. Krabi, Thailand, lulls you into wanting to stay and live on the beach for months. It’s endless summer with a laid back attitude in tropical paradise. Athens was our first European city that we imagined what it would be like to live in and the dream was a comfortable one. It’s an interesting place both historically and in its modern form, and very well priced, it’s just lacking those pesky jobs one needs to survive. Sofia, on the other hand, felt like a place we could really thrive. The weather probably had a far bigger impact than I can give it credit for, with warm sunny days during our stay, but the atmosphere is best described as pleasant. Yes, we’d need to learn Bulgarian, but these little details are easy to get past in the long run, right?

Jason is happy with his beer!

Beer and food are highly affordable in Sofia. This is the place Jason found the 2.5 litre bottles of beer for about $2 a bottle (at least the alcohol % on those is low!). If you want, you can experience the high society and drink an old fashioned in a bar in the park or opt for a divey place with big steins of beer and grilled meats (as I’ve lovingly featured above). Our AirBnB was so comfortable that we wanted to move in based on that alone. Sofia has some tourists, but it’s not so touristy that it feels like it’s catered to for tourists alone. Here, you’ll get a  far more authentic experience than you will in Athens or Rome. That said, plenty of English language translations are available, so you can navigate and eat easily. Most young people are fairly fluent so you’re never that from being able to get what you need. While I wouldn’t necessarily recommend Sofia to everyone, it was exactly what we needed when we went.

Alexander Nevsky Cathedral, Sofia

Two days before we headed out of Sofia we took a grueling hike up a mountain in search of a waterfall. We opted to fully go public transit mode, so we took a tram car to the base of a hill, walked up the hill into this little town called Boyana where an ancient 10th century church resides, and then through the woods for two hours going nearly completely uphill. It was intense, but at the end we found the waterfall. We quickly realized at the top that we had taken the quicker, yet steeper and less marked route. On the way back down we opted for more switchbacks and less crawling. It was an intense walking day and our legs ached afterward, but it was worth it completely.

After Sofia we spent two days in Ruse, Bulgaria. We had to transfer trains here anyway, so we figured why not spend a day or two while we’re at it. Ruse had an interesting character to it. Called “Little Vienna”, it has a plethora of 19th- and 20th-century architecture, but much of it is falling down. It was a fairly unpleasant time: our hotel charged us more than we expected, Jason and I weren’t getting along very well, the town was weird, it rained, and we didn’t eat any good food! At least it was only two days.

And moving on from Ruse…

We opted to spend ten days in Romania, split between two cities, Bucharest and Brașov, although I really was hoping to add in Sibiu also. Not this time! Our train from Ruse to Bucharest, the Romanian capital, only took a few hours; although it seemed to meander through the countryside in such odd ways. It didn’t matter, I can’t help but love a train trip.

This part of Romania is so flat!

Bucharest is cosmopolitan. It’s not something I expected from this capital city, but it embodied a worldliness and cultural sophistication that I admired. Admired, but didn’t love. The city almost seemed snobbishly nice, which wasn’t what we were expecting in Eastern Europe. We wanted a little grit with the glory. That’s not to say there weren’t gritty parts, of course the train station was scary and we took one walk where I insisted we turn right back around after we didn’t find the restaurant we were searching for to be full of diners, but overall it feels more like an ivy league college city than what I pictured as the Romanian capital. Shame on me for forcing an expectation.

Romania has the best internet in all of Europe (fun fact, S. Korea has the best in the world). They also have hot water that’s publically pumped into your home, so you don’t have to install a hot water heater (you still pay for water). These two big advantages are due to a communist history that created underlying infrastructure that survived through its ultimate defeat. Communism is all over Eastern Europe. Every country has been touched and harmed by it. Every country has had to come to terms with finding their own way to freedom and fighting for it in the past few decades. Every country in Europe that we’ve visited has found democracy, even though some are corrupt democracies. Better than a communist dictatorship.

Bucharest offered a few eclectic opportunities for us. After our free walking tour, our guide told us about a crazy industrial bar and a maze of a bookstore. The bookstore maze we sought out right away in the hopes that we could find a restaurant nearby. While that didn’t happen we were able to go from room to room in this mansion that was completely covered in books! Who doesn’t love getting lost in a bookstore sea? Across from the bookstore was a great street art alleyway where I snapped pictures in the fading light.

The other strangely Romanian thing we found here was have a drink at an old factory turned bar/nightclub. We didn’t stay for the nightclub portion of the bar, but we did enjoy the outdoor seating and the pleasant walk through the park that lead us to this funky spot.

After Bucharest, we spent five days in the Transylvanian city of Brașov (it’s pronounced brash-hov, not brass-hov). When I say Transylvania, you think Dracula, vampires, blood sucking monsters, and spooky castles! That’s understandable, Bram Stoker based his book Dracula in this area, conveniently named Bran’s Castle. But, there are no vampires in Romanian folklore.  In fact, Bram Stoker never even visited Romania. There are ghost stories here, as most cultures have, but what Romanian’s really contributed to Halloween are Werewolfs! Being there, I can absolutely understand how you could fear a shape-shifting wolf man beast coming down from the mountains to eat your children at night. To be clear, Romanians didn’t invent werewolves, there is evidence of a belief in these types of creatures before the common era in the Indo-European period, they just took part in shaping the myth.

Look, a candelabra. How Romanian!

Brașov was founded in 1234, but people have lived here since 9,500 BCE. The Transylvanian region of Romania, translated to “The Land Beyond the Forest”, is one of three total regions that now form the country. The Moldovan region to the West is now split between Romania and the country of Moldova. The lower portion of Romania is Wallachia, where Bucharest is. The lower portion is flat, but Transylvania is set in the Southern Carpathians mountains so it’s ideal for outdoor activities. We originally planned on two distinct hikes while visiting Brașov, but we were only able to get in one due to rain.

Hikes are great because they’re freeeeeee!

What I’ve found on this trip is the bigger European cities don’t appeal to me as much as the smaller, quainter ones. Brașov fits that with a population of about 250,000. Still, the town square is thriving with activity and historic buildings. There’s a heavy German influence here, with a history I won’t bore you through, but you can see it in all the architecture and much of the foods. We didn’t seem to mind much!

We skipped town just five days after getting into Brașov to head for Budapest! This was a city I really looked forward to because I’d heard how bohemian it was (Bohemia is the old name for the Czech kingdom… so while it is a bit bohemian, it isn’t classically so). Budapest is the capital of Hungary and one of the largest cities in the EU. Prior to WWI, the Austro-Hungarian Empire dominated much of the region, taking territories from the neighboring countries Romania, Poland, Croatia, Bosnia, Slovakia, Slovenia (two different countries!), the Czech Republic, and the Ukraine. It was a world superpower and because of that Budapest is still a large and domineering city, even though the empire fell as the result of WWI (because, after all, they started the war. See: Franz Ferdinand, not the band.).

Train car views at dawn.

We took another night train from Brașov to Budapest and were really elated to have the cabin again to ourselves! We keep booking these six person sleeper cars and we keep getting to sleep in them all alone. It’s the third time this has happened. So grateful for that!!

Sunset from the train car

Budapest is best seen after the sun goes down, which is late around here now in that it’s summertime! They just really know how to light up the city. The buildings in Budapest are much bigger than I expected, it has more modern structures than many places we’ve been, especially in the downtown area. 3.3 million people live in Budapest, which is just under the number of people living in LA and over double the size of Philly. Until 1873, there was actually Buda and Pest, two distinct cities on each side of the Danube. When you’re there they still use these distinctions for which neighborhood you’re in at the time, but I personally think Budapest is a much more cohesive name than either independently.

We never got to see Budapest in the absolute darkness because we didn’t stay out late enough. Old folks!

Budapest is known for it’s public baths. The city insists that each neighborhood has it’s own. We went to one of the oldest Turkish baths. It was a bit of a beautiful disaster. We didn’t realize there were time limits on the baths, we thought we could be there all day, we had to rent suits and the price on the website was lower than what we had to pay, the lockers were full when we got there, so we had to wait in line and the attendants told us, “This has literally never happened before.” Once we were in and settled though it was fun. We ran from outdoor pools to saunas to indoor pools of varying temperatures, all in the name of health! It was a warm day, so it was nice to be outside in our suits, rented or otherwise.

While we enjoyed the city, it was more expensive than we were originally bargaining for. We didn’t want to pay $16 per person to see a castle or a church. We didn’t feel the museums were worth the cost. We just didn’t do as much of the touristy stuff as we could have because it seemed overpriced compared to other places we’ve been. I respect Budapest’s history, but I’ve been to enough places to know I don’t need to see another history museum. We did, however, enjoy going to two communism themed bar/restaurants.

Budapest is known for their “ruin bars”, or old buildings turned into bar complexes. As I’d mentioned, we found something similar in Bucharest, but this is where they began. We went to the original, Szimpla Kert, and had a nice journey meandering through the labyrinth of rooms. We didn’t stay for too many drinks, because they’re a little pricey. We did find plenty of craft beer in the neighborhood, the Old Jewish Quarter.

Last thing to mention, which I have no picture of, is I had a great lunch with a former Relay colleague in Budapest, Carolynn. She’s been teaching art in the city now for two years. She’s spunky, happy, and thoughtful. We had a great conversation for several hours, catching up and talking about where life has taken us. She’s going to start year three in Budapest in the fall and just loves it there. It’s amazing to find people you know who are living and moving throughout the world and connect with them. She was the fifth person we’d known from home that we were able to see on this trip and it really refreshed my spirits.

Budapest is a city of great outdoor spaces, rich history, lively people, and enough breathtaking scenery to keep you satisfied for a long time. Very grateful we were able to spend a week in this place.

Skatepark tricks. This concerned mom was watching over her two kids.

Next blog I’ll talk about our time in Vienna, Krakow, and Prague. Tomorrow, we’re heading to Berlin, so I’m already overdue in writing about these places, but I promise to spin you a few tales and keep you updated on our journey as best I can.