From the order and cleanliness of Stockholm we venture south to Budapest, Hungary–gritty Budapest with its regal palaces side-by-side with dilapidated buildings reminiscent of its Soviet past. Budapest–a mystery to us, brought to us by chance.

  • The Danube with Buda on the left and Pest on the right
    The Danube with Buda on the left and Pest on the right
  • A rigged archery game, but still fun
    A rigged archery game, but still fun
  • Cruisin' the Danube with the Parliament asserting itself
    Cruisin' the Danube with the Parliament asserting itself
  • Walking home
    Walking home
  • Bronze doppelganger
    Bronze doppelganger
  • Oh no! Liam has been put in the carbon freeze!
    Oh no! Liam has been put in the carbon freeze!

Entries from Budapest, Hungary

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Onward… to Vienna

At the moment we are on a high-speed train from Budapest to Vienna. This is exciting. Trains are exciting. Getting up at 5:45am to catch a taxi to the train station is exciting. In case I’m not clea

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Rim Fire

  You know something is profound and stunning when followed by the phrase “and can be seen from space.” It’s usually an awesomely bad thing, like you can see the polar ice caps melting from

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Wrapping it up in Budapest

Tuesday afternoon   All day I’ve been walking the streets of Budapest in search of a ticket to get us out of here. We’ve been caught in a vortex. You’d think it would be easy in the year 20

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Why Not?

    Tonight as we sat around a glass dinner table in front of the picture windows flung wide open on the Danube River, I turned to Liam and said, “I hope you don’t think that this is life, h

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The market and the evening

Here are some images from a late-night walk across the bridge, and more images from my early morning visit to the grand market.

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Early morning at the market

It is early on Tuesday morning, 6:50am. I slipped out of the apartment with both Dolora and Liam still fast asleep, Dolora wearing her eye patches and Liam sprawled out wide as if fallen from a great

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Monday morning in Budapest

It is Monday morning in Budapest, 8am, and I am sipping a cappuccino and writing at a sidewalk café in a pedestrian-only street just around the corner from our apartment overlooking the Danube.  

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Our tour of the city

We did it in London, we did it in Washington DC, and we did it here in Budapest: We hopped on a bus (double decker, open air) that toured the city.

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Budapest at Night

Such a photogenic city, especially at night when the lights play off the Danube River.

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The Baths of Budapest

Thermal springs are beneath the surface of Budapest, their heat and soothing qualities captured in public baths throughout the city. They aren't baths in the sense of people sudsing up, but more along

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The architecture of Budapest

To walk the streets of Budapest is to walk in a museum. Walk slowly. Stop and interlace your fingers behind your back, and look up at the columns, the statues, the ornate scrolls.

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Our apartment in Budapest

Imagine walking up a few flights of worn-down stairs, not knowing what type of apartment awaited you for your stay in Budapest. Thanks to our friends in Sonora, Julie and Andy Hites, this is where we

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Budapest, part 2

It’s Sunday morning in Budapest. Maybe it’s because of our location right up against the Danube River, but I’m not hearing any church bells chiming across the city. I want to hear that. I want t

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Sweden Revelry

    I am sitting on a bright blue velvet couch looking out long picture windows that frame the Danube River in Budapest, Hungary. But that’s another story. The ancient Greeks had a word, antak

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First days in Budapest

A quick note to my colleagues at Columbia College: It was so great to connect with you via Skye on Thursday. It brought back to me in a rush how grateful I am to have this job, how grateful I am to ha

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Budapest: First impressions

First impressions of Budapest: This air is not Stockholm air. This is a city without the benefit of sea breezes washing its air. There’s dirt in this air, and just enough of a Soviet sensibility to

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In the air to Budapest

I tried to get a first glance of Hungary out the window of Ryan Air but the man in that seat was hogging the view. He had a nose that plunged straight down, like he’d been in many fights in his life