The trip through the Austrian countryside on our way to Hungary was truly spectacular. You don’t need a passport to cross the border and you’ll feel rich after exchanging your Euros for Forent.
One of the first things we did once arriving in Budapest was go to Gellért Hill. It offers a panoramic view of Budapest that any photographer or person visiting the city must see!
That night we take the subway and walked around by the Danube. We see the Hungarian Parliament Building that resembles a palace more than a government building, but hey if the people are paying for it build what you want, right?
One thing you should know about us is this: We are excellent map readers, we are terrible subway map readers. Even in New York we spent about five hours total lost on the subways. Being in a country that has everything in a language that we don’t read, really doesn’t help and the map quest directions we printed off in English before we left are obsolete. Seriously, don’t waste your time or paper with that site.
If you’ve read the previous posts about Prague then you know that I was sentenced to wear a walking boot during our European adventures. Well, after going through hell with this thing (Really. I’ve never had knee problems until walking around with this thing on) and being in constant pain I decide to ditch the boot for a regular shoe and feel the relief instantly! Feeling weak and old really puts a damper on the activities, so I couldn’t have been happier with my decision.
Little did I know… Maria has been trying to hide the pain in her own feet. Her shoes have rubbed horrible blisters on her heels and her gel insoles didn’t fit in her shoes to relieve the pain of walking and walking and walking. Now that I feel like moving, she feels like dying.
She is one tough cookie though. That’s why I’ll marry her. After getting lost, freezing our asses off, complaining about feet and knees, we finally make our way to a quaint restaurant where we order a mushroom pasta (pretty much the only vegan thing on the menu) and fill up on bread and white wine. While we eat we talk with an older couple that are so sweet and a remind us a bit of Emily and Richard Gilmore. They buy our dinner and insist on ordering us another glass of wine a piece.
Now, if you think this is a regular thing that happens I can assure you it isn’t. Most older couples and especially ones with more conservative backgrounds are usually uncomfortable at the thought of two girls as “a pair”. They were wonderfully nice and told us they adored how sweet and in love we are with one another. That lifted our spirits even more and we felt even closer as we made our way back to our room, excitedly talking over what adventures we would embark on the next morning.