Szia from Budapest, my last solo trip before my grand return to reality in A WEEK!
Thoughts over goulash: I’ve been worrying and carrying an overall sense of misplacement in the past couple of days. But this afternoon when I caught myself frowning in the dressing room—it hit me. I need to give less fucks!! I’m getting tangled in my own messy web of thoughts and taking everything too seriously. I told myself to remember that all is temporary, take your deep breath, and walk on. Sometimes I forget how young I really am…
Thrifting by weight is amazing! I was in a second hand store earlier and picked up a bunch of funky pieces for around 2000 forint (~$10) including a super sweet new backpack that I crammed it all in to cruise around the city.
Fashion has no rules over me. Okay so I also stopped into my favorite flea market place here, and also found a really neat purse and pair of shorts for 800f or ~$4, and I realized that even if no one else loves or even understands them, I will love them because they are just different. And the conclusion that I have recently come to is that I am drawn towards anything that has its own flavor. Uniqueness.
And lastly, my new favorite phrase: BOLD MOVE. I was emailing my best friend Michelle and she dropped this line about wearing a long, flowery, bright-orange dress that I handed over to her when I took-off, on two consecutive days. I just love this girl. And the phrase rolls off the tongue.
Oh yeah and about the city! Budapest is incredible. I did a great free walking tour that lasted about 2.5 hours and learned tons of fun facts about the city (I’ll do another post on that—I took notes muahah :). The people that I interacted with were very friendly. One little old lady stands out in my mind—I couldnt figure out how to punch my ticket on the little funny bus pictured above, and she showed me that it was a slide function, not an automated stamper. I smiled and said thanks, then later as I was peering out of the left side of the bus, she tapped my knee and pointed out the right window, and we smiled together at the gorgeous view of Castle Hill. Aww.
I ate goulash soup twice. The first time, it was pretty alright. The meat was a little skimpy and fatty, but went smoothly with a delicious Hungarian beer. Tonight’s was much better, and I spiced it up with some paprika yum yum.
I also ate the normal European street food, a slice of pizza and a Euro.
Ooh! And I made a friend, Owen, but I called him Oven. (Jokes about how Europeans mishear our names and say strange things… He is from Phili and on vacation before settling down to become a park ranger.) We checked out a sweet art-bar called Instant.
It was great to be here, a lovely visit indeed. Did I mention that my great-grandparents were from this city? I feel proud of it, almost. Tomorrow I think I am going to try to find one of those H stickers in the plain white circle and maybe some paprika to take home.