Cesar and the Angel

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You know when you meet someone, and you just like them straight away?

You're not sure why, and you feel a bit silly, but it's like... like... it's been that way forever.

That was what I felt when I met Cesar and Angel.

Peruvian born Cesar can turn a mean card trick, and Dominican Republic born Angel is well practised at feigning ignorance. I'll admit, I was curious, but fancying myself as a street wise, tough and cycnical woman of the world, I refused to believe the power of my inner mind can read cards. But, enough prodding, and anything's possible. I allowed myself to be cajoled and wooed into a false sense of security - only to be bought down like a house of cards (pun intended) when Cesar threw the final blow. I never really believed your mother was a Peruvian witch doctor ok?!?!

A day trip to Szentendre was hilarious, and topped off with that Turkish meat platter and drawn out goodbye on the lonely misty night platform of the train station - well, it all just added to the magic of our Budapest chapter didn't it?!

(Photos coming soon)

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