Kirándulás hajókával szentendrére [View Full Entry]

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Szentendre (pronounced Sen-Ten-Drey) is a quaint little town 20 km from Budapest. The streets are all cobble stone and some of the buildings are 500 years old. Apparently it used to be something of an artist commune. Then the tourists started coming and the artists left, but all the art and art galleries are still there. There is also a famous wood worker that still lives there and many of the houses have custom hand carved doors. Well worth the visit. [View Full Entry]

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I met the girls for breakfast this morning and said goodbye to Joelle. Kim, Yujin, and I decided to take the HEV (Hungarian railway) to a little town on the outskirts of Budapest called Szentendre. It was a blazing hot and humid day. The train ride took only 45 minutes, but due to the lack of air conditioning, we looked like we just left a Bikram Yoga class once we stepped off the train. Szentendre is a quaint town, full of open-air cafes, restaurants, and souvenir shops that sit on narrowly lined cobble-stoned streets. We spent half the day there and [View Full Entry]

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At 1pm, we met part of our group and the local guide to visit SZENTENDRE, a cute town with cobble-stoned streets and many little shops, all in one area. Two girls from the other Cosmos group were late, so our bus left them. We toured the MARZIPAN MUSEUM that had many things on display made of marzipan from the House of Parliament, kings and queens, cartoon characters and even a life-size figure of Michael Jackson! Imagine having to eat him! No thanks!!!! We enjoyed a drink and cake with chocolate icing at an inn and then climbed narrow steps to a [View Full Entry]

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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. [View Full Entry]

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Walking down the cobblestone streets of Szentendre, a small town outside Budapest, I was lucky enough to stumble right into the middle of some festival. I have no idea what it was celebrating, but it was great. Old women, men, families, they all were dressed up, riding around on these little horse-drawn carriages, sloshed on the local wine, singing songs and handing out wine and grapes to me and all the other spectators. A bunch of teenagers were swinging each other around, jumping and spinning in what I assume was some kind of traditional Hungarian dancing while everyone cheered them on. [View Full Entry]

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