In a few short days, Jeff and I will depart for our long-awaited, much-belated honeymoon to Central Europe.
The last time I visited was in 2004, when I was a twenty-four year old wannabe gypsy grappling with the recent loss of my father. At that time, my trip to Budapest was an homage to him, since he’d been born and raised there.
I brought relatively few possessions with me. However, I was sure to pack a 35mm point-and-shoot camera. For seven nights, I resided at a hostel called “The Yellow Submarine,” where I made acquaintance with fellow travelers like myself. The weather was warm and sunny nearly every day. (I hope that the weather during Jeff’s and my upcoming visit will be equally delightful.)
Here are a few reflections from my 2004 adventure . . .
One of Budapest’s most precious gems: the Chain Bridge. In Hungarian, it’s called the Szechényi Lánchid.
The view from my room at the Yellow Submarine Hostel. Pretty sweet.
Three of the friends I made at the Yellow Submarine Hostel. Two were Australian, and the tall fellow in the middle was an American from Oregon.
Me on the Chain Bridge, with the Royal Palace in the background.
The little courtyard of a residential/commercial building tucked away on a non-descript sidestreet of Buda.
The entrance to the Széchenyi Baths in Pest.
Catching some rays at the Széchenyi Baths.
Detail of the Nyugati/Western Train Station, as seen from my hostel window.
An advertisement I spotted at the Budapest Ferihegy Airport.
Virtually Gina 