Published: February 28th 2007May 27th 2006
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)