Coffee. (Gate). Tiramisu. Conversation. This could become a vicious cycle! 

First weekend, first excursion! Lake Balaton in Hungary is considered their Mediterranean. The heat was oppressive, but walking down a shaded windy road while eating refreshing gelato for only $0.85 couldn't be beat! The experience felt like I jumped into a sea of summer dreams. The contrast between white sails, teal water, green hills and blue skies cushioned my eyes everywhere I turned.

As I was walking around I couldn't help but think of my grandma. The streets were lined like shelves in a giant cupboard full of knick-knacks. Embroidered table spreads, traditionally dressed Hungarian dolls,  and porcelain bowls similar to her favorite blue delft.

I have also adopted my grandma's appreciation for flowers, gardening, and growth. In return she has adopted my plants while I'm gone. Here's to you, grandma!

And in no particular order, category, or topic....

St. Stephens Day, August 20, is a huge celebration for Hungarians. It's the equivalent of a U.S. 4th of July. Lots and lots of people and many pastry stands. I would have like to don the national colors but alas I didn't bring red or kelley green clothing. 

These streets are everywhere; secretive passageways of color and lines. 

Markets!

I've been in Budapest for over 24 hours now! Only today did I feel like I was in Europe. The dorm we are staying in is a 20 min. tram ride so it wasn't until we were in the city center that I had that fuzzy feeling of foreign inhabitance. 

Today I heard my first Hungarian live music; it gave me the goosebumps! It was brash and loud, and full of beats that I felt was reflexive of their history. 

Viszontlatasra U.S., jo napot Hungary!