I never thought I’d love Hungary. After all, moving here was purely for practical purposes- my husband was here to get his PHD. This is just a stepping stone in the process of getting us to where we really want to be, Turkey. But, it happened. I’m not sure when. I know it wasn’t the first year, but I’ve grown to love Hungary.
I love that there is a coffee shop on every corner promising me a delicious extra hot latte, caffeine-free, with honey on the side.
I love that people will peep through windows whether it be at restaurants or on buses passing by to marvel at my beautiful, cheeky daughter.
I love the seasons, especially spring. The city is full of happy people going to and fro soaking up the sunshine.
I love the people. All unique in their own way- some happy go lucky, some cranky, some funny, some silly.
I love that Hungarians acknowledge women in their greeting. It’s absolutely charming.
I love that there is a lovely river dividing the city.
I love the beautiful architecture.
I love the market where I can buy fresh produce six days a week. I love the Vietnamese vendors who are always asking me way too personal questions when I’m stopping to buy my usual 2 kilos of green apples.
Now that I love Hungary, I wish I didn’t. Because now I’m leaving Hungary, and I’m sad I’m going.