When we arrived in Budapest, we barely waited on line for someone to stamp our passports. And that she did but she didn't ask a single question. I figured there would be someone else down the line asking what we were doing in Budapest, how long we were staying, what we brought with us (which included a Hebrew National salami in a paper bag that my dad gave to us at the airport). But nothing. No long lines to put Devin, who had only gotten about 3 hours sleep at most on our overnight flight and brief stopover in Dublin, over the edge -- hooray from Hungary! Instead, Devin found a kindred spirit in 3-year-old Emma, a Romanian with a Dora rolling suitcase to match Devin's Dora backpack, whom she played with by the luggage carousel. Ahh, the universality of Dora!
And did I mention the Welcome sign in the airport? Blue and white with a touch of red, brought us by Citibank.
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Looking forward to more posts from Pest! (...and more pictures too).
-Colin
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