|A view of the Parliament building in downtown Pest.|
Hopefully you're already aware that we've moved, and are living in Budapest. In case you are not aware, we've moved from Bangkok and are living in Budapest. We're working our way through the alphabet, post-wise: Athens, Bangkok, Budapest. We have a long way to go, although Phil is responsible for the office in Zagreb, so he’s already going from A to Z.
Budapest is a city in the north of central Hungary that straddles the Danube River. It used to be two separate cities, Buda and Pest, but over time, they crawled into each other’s territory, so now it’s one big conglomerate. The correct pronunciation of the city is “Booduh Peshht,” with a “shhh” sound on the “pest” instead of a “pesstt” sound, like the sound of the word for what I’m being right now as I’m correcting your incorrect pronunciation.
To be honest, I’m not sure the locals really care about your pronunciation. Or your presence. Or your existence, at all. Neither unfriendly, nor overly-eager, most people here just seem to want to politely mind their own business. It’s a relatively quiet city, especially for those of us in the Buda ‘burbs. There are a plethora of super nice playgrounds, and plenty of greenspace for the adult crowd, too. We’re still working our way around the main sites. We’re helped in that by the fact that the US Embassy is smack in the middle of a heavily-touristed square. The Embassy building itself features as part of the tour, but only from the outside. Sorry, normals.
We’re finally starting to really settle into our living space. It took a while to sort out our furniture situation with the folks at housing. There’s actually still a giant unassembled wardrobe in the hallway. It’s starting to come together. Not the wardrobe.
We have a massive backlog of photos and stories from the past...well, two years, if we’re being honest. There are still a few things I want to document from our final few months in Bangkok--our trips outside of Bangkok being the primary subjects. I also need to catch up on the things we’ve been doing since we landed here in September, including all of my baking. I can bake again. I'm back in the oven, baby! Baking was impossible in Bangkok. I know a few people who were able to do it, but I don’t understand how, unless it was through magic. I could see that.
Until our next marathon catch up session, wishing you a lovely holiday season.
|St. Stephen's Basilica, with Christmas market, in downtown Pest.|