Saturday: in which we stumble blindly through the streets
It was a chilly Saturday evening when we arrived in Portugal’s port city: aptly named Porto. Hopping from one metro line to another we made our way to the little apartment that would be our home. And little was right. But it was perfectly formed to fit our needs.
While waiting to be rescued, Kevin kept everyone entertained by dislocating his arms.
I love popping off on little trips, breaking up the monotony of work and study with a bit of adventurizing. Ok ok, I know I just got back from my week and a half escape to Hungary, but my flatmate and I decided we needed to start 2016 off with a trip. We didn’t know where, but we knew it had to be somewhere new.
Three posts in three days?? It must be exam season!
Like being trapped in our own countries, when it comes to book selection we often get trapped in our own cultures. I know this is particularly true for me: my book collection is strong in English and American classics… and not much else. It’s time, here in 2016, to make a change.
Exploring Budapest I couldn’t help but feel like it’s a city that’s still very much haunted by the past. I didn’t know much about Hungarian history before I arrived but, once there, it was hard to escape. Hungary as a whole seems to be still very much reeling from the horrors and tragedies of the last few hundred years.
Sometimes opportunities crop up out of the blue and there’s no way you can turn them down. So when a classmate of mine asked if I wanted to spend Christmas with her family in Hungary, the only sane response was “Ahhhhh! Bien sûr!”.
the little squid 