Last night a dozen of my friends and I climbed Gellert hill (think: 22:30-00:30). Snowballs were thrown. Fun was had.
Hungarian followers:
I’ve really been my money’s worth with Google translate from your reblogs.
Snowbathing
Today was the first sticking snow of the season, and I spent the afternoon at the baths with a bunch of friends. We were mostly outside, which as you can imagine, was quite an experience- soaking in the thermal waters while throwing snowballs at each other.
This has been the most relaxing day I’ve had in a long time.
Selling Christmas trees around the giant menorah. Cute, Budapest. Cute.
I noticed that I’ve strived to make the rest of my time in Budapest “count” twice in the past handful of blog posts. I’m such a cliché.
Four months
As of today (technically), I’ve been in Hungary for four months. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, and I really don’t want to leave. I want to see my friends from Selinsgrove and at Williams, of course, and being in America won’t be such a bad thing, but nowhere in that statement was I claiming to be ready to leave this place.
I am ready to be done with the semester, though. Of my five classes, two of them have been completed already, and my three remaining finals are all on Monday or Tuesday. At Williams, I’ve always been really relieved after finals week. In an attempt to deserve the break in sight (be it Summer, and a sweet research gig, or Winter, and three solid weeks of catching up with my friends from home), I work and work and work until everything is wrapped up nicely.
But nothing will be wrapped up nicely this time. Like a mini-graduation, I will be leaving these people and this place behind. I have a week. Just one week (before embarking on a 10-day jaunt across Europe with my parents).
Note to self: make it count.
