I greatly enjoyed a seasonal cold green apple soup, complete with a wafer of crystalized caramel. It sounds weird, but was oh so delicious. We also enjoyed the antics of a rather drunk man who gave an impromptu performance which involved dancing with a hat rack. I tried to film it, I really did, but the best I got was this picture -->The next morning, Sarah caught her plane and I set out on my solo adventure, starting with a 45 minute walk to the train station. In those 45 minutes of profuse sweating from hauling my enormous backpack and smaller day pack in nearly 100 degree heat, I started to realize the physical conditioning I was in for that summer. When a strange older man walked up to me and started chatting with me and trying to guess personal information about me, I started to realize the safety challenges I would face that summer. When I got to the train station far too early and wound up having the rendőrség (Hungarian police) come ask for my passport (I assume because I was loitering), I started to realize the complications that came with traveling in foreign lands when you don't know the language. When I spent the rest of the long day riding packed in a tiny, non airconditioned car with five complete strangers, I started to realize how lonely this trip could actually be.
And I started to worry.
But it was also beautiful and exciting, so I tried to focus on that:
