Back in Budapest for a couple of days, staying at the Jimi Hendrix Guesthouse and drinking coffee at Zappa Caffe. The boys aren’t here although I think they were responsible for some of the decor and housecleaning.
Hungary
Daisy’s Hungary
I didn’t tell anyone that everything I write about would be cheerful or limited to hardships that involve nothing worse than tiring train rides. I didn’t embark on this journey because I expected to find joy around every corner. As Javier said, “I go for the difference.”
Hungarian Cowboy Country
Imagine trying to get from Mill Valley to Tilden Park using public transportation and the bus ride ends on San Pablo Avenue so you have to walk the rest of the way and of course no one speaks English. That was what it was like to get to the “Bugacpuszta”, a traditional Hungarian horse show 30 miles from my hotel in Kecskemet, which is a little off the beaten track to begin with.
Lady Who Lunches or Lunch Lady?
So…I had my fun with friends in Spain and Hungary. And now it’s just me. Time to make the transition from a tourist to a traveler. A vagabond. A nomad. A homeless person with no friends!
Goulash Patrol
I arrived in Budapest late Tuesday. First impressions — gorgeous architecture, strong feeling of community, beautiful parks, great museums and lots of performing arts. Many of the downtown streets are lined with trees and busy sidewalk cafes, and there seems to be a thriving youth culture (which is on my official list of criteria for healthy cities).
Camino Milagro 