Warmth...finally. Warmth meaning around forty degrees of course. However, I was not wearing gloves and hiding from snow today. Beautiful.
Budapest is quite different from Prague. We only explored a little bit today, mostly the Jewish quarter of Pest. It was eerie at parts, and not at all the manicured city that Prague is. However, they do seem to have a lot more ice cream much more easily accesible than in Prague.
Word to the wise: If in Budapest buying ice cream, and the lady tells you it is spongecake, vanilla, chocalate, walnut, and raisins, do not say to yourself "Mmmm...delicious." Instead, learn that spongecake equals rum, and you will be eating alcohol instead of delicious delicious sweet ice cream. Oh Europeans and their silly alcohol. They all seem to love it lots, and making Kara and I try their spirits. Today were the Hungarian spirits flavored with honey and peach. A strange concoction to say the least.
Our host here is wonderful. She seems to be a crazy artist, who does not really work to make a living and instead knows all of the strange, off the road things we should do while we are are in Budapest. It seems we will be leaving for Vienna late on Sunday night so that we can go see concerts, dance festivals, and peace demonstrations.
We also discovered the wonders of European art in postcards and roadsigns. The Jewish post cards we discovered are priceless on many levels, and the road crossing signs that change for each one are amusing to deciphor.
In other news, William and Mary gave me a service grant for the summer. Congrats to me. Now I get the fun task of figuring out how to live in San Francisco on almost no money. Sweet.
Love you all and miss you.
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