Nine days out. Time always seems somehow to pass both faster and slower on vacation. This trip especially so because we are moving at a snail's pace compared to our typical itineraries. Days in each place. Plenty of time. Sitting and sipping Hungarian wine. Strolling with no particular place to go. Almost reminds me of the days when we vacationed on tropical islands like Anguilla and all we did was lay on the beach all day, sleep and eat. That seems like a lifetime ago.
I remember traveling way back when you couldn't find a diet Coke to save your soul. (That is when I started drinking beer, in fact.) Now there is a Starbucks on every major corner in Budapest. GoPro camera stores. Office Depots. And Subway sandwich shops. It's called globalization, I think.
Sometimes, though, the things that take you back home are even more geographically specific. From:
Or even a faux beach to relax on:
(Yes, that is really sand on the floor of the bar.)
Between these little things and constant internet connectivity (so thank heavens we don't miss a bit of the U.S. political circus :-( ), it hardly seems that we are five thousand miles from home.
I remember traveling way back when you couldn't find a diet Coke to save your soul. (That is when I started drinking beer, in fact.) Now there is a Starbucks on every major corner in Budapest. GoPro camera stores. Office Depots. And Subway sandwich shops. It's called globalization, I think.
Sometimes, though, the things that take you back home are even more geographically specific. From:
To the offer of either Hot Cinnamon Apple Juice with Schnapps OR a Rum Punch.
Between these little things and constant internet connectivity (so thank heavens we don't miss a bit of the U.S. political circus :-( ), it hardly seems that we are five thousand miles from home.
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