Thursday, August 19, 2010

europe

....but I LOVE Hungary. Oh my gosh. Words cannot explain how much I love that country. 

First and foremost - I'M BACK :) From my trip to Hungary and Europe, that is. And I easily had the best time of my life. 

Hungary is just such an amazing place. The town I was staying in with my friend.. its so... I don't even know how to explain it. I guess you could say 'village', which was how we described it to each other. You would see people you know everywhere. People talk to you more. At night, instead of hanging out at a house, we would just walk to the Main Square or to the playground and we would ALWAYS find someone to hang out with or talk to. The food? Freaking amazing. 

The language barrier was a bit annoying, but my friend speaks fluent Hungarian. And I could almost always find someone who spoke decent English. And when the boys spoke in English it was so cute! :) Everyone I met was extremely nice, and it aches to know that I will most likely never see them every again. Fingers crossed though.

There are SO many stories I could tell, but for now I'll just stick with one (as I am jetlaggged, and should take a nap if I want to get back on this timezone).

We spent one weekend at a lake, and we stayed the three nights in a hostel. And oh man, this hostel is probably the best hostel in the entire world. People hanging out downstairs during the day and the evening. While most go out at night, if you don't there are no worries because there are still people to hang out with. The rooms were nice, and the manager of the hostel was freaking awesome. Anyway. There was this one guy hanging around. We first noticed him at 1 PM on a Friday afternoon. His name was Milan (with accents over the i and a, I think). He was drunk. At 1 PM. The next day, when we woke up and went downstair, Milan was still there. And he was still drunk. And shortly thereafter, his pants disappeared (he was however wearing underwear). Next day. We were downstairs before 10. And guess who was still drunk? Milan, of course. His shirt had also mysteriously disappeared. We joked that he got more naked each day, and I'm kinda glad we didn't stick around till the next day to test that theory even farther... 

Thats all for now! More to come later (maybe).