Tag: Hungary
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Budapest by Brompton (or any bike, for that matter)
“You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy a plane ticket to Budapest. And that, pretty much, is the same thing.” mysuitcasejourneys.com “To me, it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining, or the sun is shining, or whatever: as long as I’m riding a bike, I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” Mark Cavendish,…
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Istvan
I suppose it’s unlikely I’ll ever see him again. There was an air of dignity around him, sitting as he did each afternoon along Stefania Street back to the sun, almost always with a book in his hand. As I passed him on my daily bike ride home from school, his stare was inevitably downward,…
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Split, Croatia: Palace City on the Adriatic
Split, Croatia’s second largest city, is only a hop, skip and jump from Budapest, Hungary, meaning a half-day of air-travel can get you there. We flew from Budapest to Vienna, then on to Split, via Austrian Airlines. This gave us about half-a-day in Split, time enough to get to our AirBnB and still enjoy our…
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The Math Prize
The memories of the the Jews of Szentendre are like notes left in the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem – messages periodically collected by the Rabbis and buried in the hills of the Olive Mount, so as not to be forgotten in the memory of God. The earliest mention of Jewish people in Szentendre was about…
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Joseph’s Gift
He greets me many school mornings, hand outstretched, a smile on his face. I didn’t know his role at the school and frankly it didn’t matter. His is a friendly and calming countenance, a momentary oasis, in an environ-ment of noise and commotion–a typical Hungarian high school. One day I asked him what he did…
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Biking the Lake of Hungarian Politics
“Water is a precious commodity, but hope is a priceless one.” Anonymous The chance to live in a country, other than one’s own, is certainly a gift. And to be lucky enough to return to a place for a second or third time, provides the opportunity to understand the culture on a much deeper level.…
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The Locksmith
It began as just another normal weekday morning: pour-over coffee, shower, quick breakfast. I was about to literally roll out of our building on my bike and head to school to begin another day of teaching. It was Friday, a relatively light teaching day, and I was looking forward to ending the week on a…
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Inner Courtyard
Meanderer. Meandering is how I spend a good slice of my life. Some of it is quite noticeable–you might see me heading down a cobble-stoned street in Portland, Maine, or perhaps one here in Budapest, Hungary. I’ll likely be staring at buildings, or gazing at passers-by, stopping every so often to try a local version…
American in Budapest 