... and Hungary! (Yes, it's spring!time!)
It's only been in the past two weeks that I've started being able to ride my bike again and it is AMAZING. I had forgotten how much I truly love cruising to work. How incredible those extra fifteen minutes of sleep feel. How lovely it is to arrive to work flushed, dewy, and feeling alive. How much of a relief it is to get to avoid public transit and all of its indignities and unpleasantness (and, frankly, smells).
The sun is shining, hot on our cheeks, while a cool breeze blows up the Duna and rubs across our necks and face. The sun stays with us longer, too, shining until the evening now.
Springtime in Budapest is the most precious thing. Well, springtime anywhere is amazing. But in Budapest, after the long gray winter spent tucked indoors, it really is an incredible thing to see people darting about on bikes again. The fruit stands return to displaying their wares outside on the sidewalk... for that matter, the fruit stands start to HAVE wares again. Patio tables start to pop up like dandelions: first in small clusters, and then spreading across the city. Groups of kids sit on city benches, drinking wine, and adults wander along the river, also drinking wine.
Not that wine isn't drunk in the winter. But there is something about food and drink outside that makes it so much more delicious. (I remember feeding ducks as a child, and discovering that saltines weren't disgusting in a park under the sun.)
On the same topic of springtime, I have only fourteen weeks of school left. Eep.
It's only been in the past two weeks that I've started being able to ride my bike again and it is AMAZING. I had forgotten how much I truly love cruising to work. How incredible those extra fifteen minutes of sleep feel. How lovely it is to arrive to work flushed, dewy, and feeling alive. How much of a relief it is to get to avoid public transit and all of its indignities and unpleasantness (and, frankly, smells).
The sun is shining, hot on our cheeks, while a cool breeze blows up the Duna and rubs across our necks and face. The sun stays with us longer, too, shining until the evening now.
Springtime in Budapest is the most precious thing. Well, springtime anywhere is amazing. But in Budapest, after the long gray winter spent tucked indoors, it really is an incredible thing to see people darting about on bikes again. The fruit stands return to displaying their wares outside on the sidewalk... for that matter, the fruit stands start to HAVE wares again. Patio tables start to pop up like dandelions: first in small clusters, and then spreading across the city. Groups of kids sit on city benches, drinking wine, and adults wander along the river, also drinking wine.
Not that wine isn't drunk in the winter. But there is something about food and drink outside that makes it so much more delicious. (I remember feeding ducks as a child, and discovering that saltines weren't disgusting in a park under the sun.)
On the same topic of springtime, I have only fourteen weeks of school left. Eep.
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