George Ezra’s song is about leaving everything valuable for someone else- well, if I had a house in Budapest, that would have to be some kind of amazing love. What a city!
In the past few days, we had a blast with our friends from Rockford, Jerry and Gloria, taking in this Hungarian gem- great traditional meals and a fantastic wine festival, walking to the Great Market, the Jewish synagogue, a city bike tour, and navigating the city transit system to get out to Memento Park- the place where all good communist icons go to die. We even had time to go to a city bath- the Gellert Bath house was a tremendous architectural phenomenon all on its own, but relaxing in the thermal baths was wonderful. Just what our collective backs and muscles needed.
The time with friends went way too fast, probably because we were laughing so much. John decided that Budapest was one city we could come to live in for a month.
We were congratulating ourselves on what a good job we were doing figuring out the buses and trams- we were only confused on one occasion, and eventually figured it all out. Jerry and I have been using an app called Moovit, which helps to map out transportaion in cities. After several trips, the guys decided that since no one seemed to be checking our transit tickets on the buses or trams we could just forego buying a new ticket each time. I think it’s mostly an American thing to decide the rules don’t make sense or aren’t being enforced and we will do whatever we want. On the way to train station, we learned the hard way that the Hungarians take ticketing seriously and that “single” ticket means single ride- not like the transfer to another vehicle is included. The fine was large enough to make my husband start swearing and turn red. So, not such a fine farewell- but we are on the train to Prague, with happy hearts and empty pockets.