(in case you care what it looks and feels like, i'm curious to see myself) / love, robyn
how moves it?
how moves it?
i believe in buda
ich bin ein Vogel \ hot to globe trot
i want a fish in a pan, man
today was relaxing: we bought a big picnic spread for about 10 bucks and took it to the huge island in the center of the river that separates Buda from Pest. we people watched so hard: a bunch of dudes who were amazingly adept at capoeira, a triad of three little blond brothers and their mom (one of them eating the bubbles that were being blown), and a bunch of tiny-as dogs. This city loves its little dogs, and they ain’t much dog.
yesterday my ol’laptop took it’s final crap and the screen totally got disconnected. luckily we’re in Hungary, and i’m going to look into how much it might cost to get it fixed here, since it will be cheaper. it’s not a necessary item, obviously here i am on the internet elsewhere, so even if it doesn’t get patched up our trip will go on. for another month! we’re staying here in Budapest for the next five or so days then moving south to Croatia. to the ocean, finally. we’ve been day-dreamin about all the fishes we’re going to eat and all the freckles we’ll acquire.
tomorrow we’re going to the park where they stuck all the old communist statues together, where all that remains of one statue of Lenin is his boots, thanks to the Uprising of 1956. Hungary joined the EU in 2004. we can say please and thanks and cheers. boom. i’m learning so much, ya’ll!
this is the before pic; we made it california style and dumped the fries on top of the quiche. we fed our host and his rasta friends.
Cass and I were so excited about this Viennese treat: chocolate & vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce, chocolate crispy balls, whipped cream. coffees too.
