Ok, I think you get the picture. As I type, I am trying to keep my eyes open after a long, and interesting journey to our home away from home for the next 10 days. If I could prop them open with tooth picks I would but in my semi-delirious state I realize this would be unwise.
Matt is snoring-- having given in to the post- International-post inner and outer city travel that we've done in the last two days. And we thought it was all too easy!
We drove the hour and a half to JFK with no traffic, arrived in plenty of time to meet our flight to Budapest. We got the only extra seat in the entire plane- allowing us (or me, really) to stretch out and catch a few zzz's while a Jennifer Anniston movie played silently overhead. (Plot Summary: feisty city girl do-gooder jumps bail, runs from ex husband or boyfriend bounty hunter, rekindles romance as the two join forces while being pursued by Soprano-esque gangster's-I got all this without the sound btw. Verdict: not so much).
Arrived in Budapest refreshed; made it through passport control and with no checked bags breezed to a taxi which took us to the other end of the airport where Matt assured me we would catch a train to the city. This is where it gets interesting. Suffice it to say we narrowly escaped losing our bags to the first taxi- but managed to get on a train (with a paid tkt no less- using the ticket machine in Hungarian!).
We spent a lovely hour or so in the cafe where Simona works on Vaci utca- the pedestrian shopping street, which caters to tourists. Simona is my love- my God- little sister- and I felt quite proud watching her at her job. We began to fade and even the double espresso's weren't quite cutting it, so we got the keys and directions to the house- about 40 minutes outside the city- and headed out.
We arrived after 40 minutes- Matt's hand was nearly taken off by one overzealous bus driver and we spend a half an hour wandering around Kelenfold station before we found our bus- but we found it. Everything was going swimmingly until we realized we had no idea where Andy and Angela's house was and the directions we'd gotten from several people conflicted. Breezing gave way to trudging -up a hill in Diosd (a village outside the city) with our now heavy bags in the hot sun. Good news- after several missteps we found the house. Drenched in sweat. exhausted, and nothing like the fresh as daisies American's who danced off the plane - but nonetheless we made it. Hallelujah!
No sweat, as I said Matt's snoring, I'm writing and making friends with the two lovely puppies who are the master's of this lovely home. I wish Andy and Angela were here- it's strange to be here and they're not- but we are so grateful for their hospitality. Now, to scrounge up a snack and wake up Matt.
Love to all, Cameron + Matt
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