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So, this is how it goes. I went to Hungary and all was shiny and happy and fantastic. Actually, all was not so. But I have an exam tomorrow, and another the day after that, so I'll just edit this post as time goes on, informing you all about what Hungary was actually like. Right now, this is just to say: I'm not dead; I'm back in Ireland; I have fewer than three weeks left here, and I'm starting to wig out about that. ... I promise I'll update and be more substantial, sometime when I don't have about 12 hours of reading left to do.
_____Edit no. 1_____
I arrived in Hungary all safe and sound. On the plane, I read a large chunk of a small book, as well as a small chunk of a large book. Since I had exams when I got back, I figured this was important. I had snacks and such with me, but I couldn't eat much. Flying makes me nervous. It's not the being-up-in-the-air bit, or even the landing-without-crashing bit--it's the bit where I have to make it to the airport by a certain time before missing my flight, or the bit where I have to trust someone to be at the airport once I get there. I don't like either of those bits. So I didn't eat much, but Nagymama certainly made sure I rectified that situation while living with her.
Here's the basic rundown of my days: Nagymama would wake up and wash. Then she would wake me up, and I would wash while she would get dressed. I would dress quickly, followed by both of us eating breakfast. (She had porridge with cocoa on top; I had Muesli with a sliced banana.) The two of us would walk to the doctor together, 'cause she supposed to get one shot a day for a while. I would then be given free reign to wander Budapest (I invariably forgot to bring the camera to the doctor's, which then meant I didn't have it on my walk) until lunch. I would tell her what time I'd be back, and then I would be sure to be back by that time. She would have lunch ready or almost-ready by the time I arrived. After lunch, she would nap or clean or both while I worked on homework. (Note: trying to speak Hungarian with your nagymama while she tries to speak English with you, followed by an afternoon spent studying Latin, is liable to make your brain implode.) I would be sent off on another walk around the city (I only forgot the camera half the time, rock on) until 5pm or so. More homework, followed by dinner, followed by bed. Nagymama usually went to sleep directly, but I usually stayed up until midnight or so, reading for homework. A couple of days, Emese came in to Budapest from her town. (Her town is about an hour away, using public transportation.) On those days, I got back around 9pm (once at 9:20) and Nagymama didn't look happy. On the other hand, she didn't exactly look upset. I think she was just tired. She said goodnight and left me to my dinner, which would be laid out for me on the table.
Things to talk about and/or show pictures of later:
1. shoes
2. bed
3. sights
4. nagymama (prague-lady)
5. "dick"
6. szobolcs
7. drive to bratislava
8. dad
9. medicine
10. hungarian
_____Edit no. 1_____
I arrived in Hungary all safe and sound. On the plane, I read a large chunk of a small book, as well as a small chunk of a large book. Since I had exams when I got back, I figured this was important. I had snacks and such with me, but I couldn't eat much. Flying makes me nervous. It's not the being-up-in-the-air bit, or even the landing-without-crashing bit--it's the bit where I have to make it to the airport by a certain time before missing my flight, or the bit where I have to trust someone to be at the airport once I get there. I don't like either of those bits. So I didn't eat much, but Nagymama certainly made sure I rectified that situation while living with her.
Here's the basic rundown of my days: Nagymama would wake up and wash. Then she would wake me up, and I would wash while she would get dressed. I would dress quickly, followed by both of us eating breakfast. (She had porridge with cocoa on top; I had Muesli with a sliced banana.) The two of us would walk to the doctor together, 'cause she supposed to get one shot a day for a while. I would then be given free reign to wander Budapest (I invariably forgot to bring the camera to the doctor's, which then meant I didn't have it on my walk) until lunch. I would tell her what time I'd be back, and then I would be sure to be back by that time. She would have lunch ready or almost-ready by the time I arrived. After lunch, she would nap or clean or both while I worked on homework. (Note: trying to speak Hungarian with your nagymama while she tries to speak English with you, followed by an afternoon spent studying Latin, is liable to make your brain implode.) I would be sent off on another walk around the city (I only forgot the camera half the time, rock on) until 5pm or so. More homework, followed by dinner, followed by bed. Nagymama usually went to sleep directly, but I usually stayed up until midnight or so, reading for homework. A couple of days, Emese came in to Budapest from her town. (Her town is about an hour away, using public transportation.) On those days, I got back around 9pm (once at 9:20) and Nagymama didn't look happy. On the other hand, she didn't exactly look upset. I think she was just tired. She said goodnight and left me to my dinner, which would be laid out for me on the table.
Things to talk about and/or show pictures of later:
1. shoes
2. bed
3. sights
4. nagymama (prague-lady)
5. "dick"
6. szobolcs
7. drive to bratislava
8. dad
9. medicine
10. hungarian