Today is a national holiday here. It's the anniversary of the 1956 revolution against the Soviet communists, and though I didn't go downtown to see if anything was happening, all the buses and trams had little Hungarian flags on them in commemoration of the event. That said, Ada and I just barely avoided a crisis. The printer in the dorm doesn't seem to work, but I needed my boarding passes and she needed some bus pass for her trip to Rome, so we went on a
I won't be here alone for too much longer, though. I'm waking up at the crack of dawn to take practically every form of public transportation in order to make it over to the airport. Wanna know why? Yeah (you, my fine readers, already know, but humour me, please)?
I'M GOING TO FRANCE!!
I am incredibly excited. My flight leaves at nine and arrives in Dusseldorf around eleven, then I leave from there around one and land in Nice at three-ish. That is, assuming there aren't any problems with the French riots and whatnot. I'm fairly certain that it'll be fine; I'm not worried at all. I don't think I've been this excited in a while (probably not since first coming to Budapest); I have no idea what's in store for me, and that just adds to the excitement, I think. I'm going to explore a new city and maybe--if the weather's nice--spend a day lounging on a rocky Mediterranean beach...
All I know for sure is that my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. It's time to get this show on the road!
I'm so excited for you!!!
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