We had just crossed the border from Spain into France last month when Pat sighed and said, “It’s nice to be back home.” It was, to my mind, an odd thing for him to say. I think of Pat as… Read More ›
“Home”
Places we have lived.
Our final, frenzied days in Budapest
This morning, well before dawn, I dragged a duffel bag stuffed with Pat’s clothes to a nearby alcove where the homeless men sleep. I left it with the hopes they will recognize it as a gift and find value from… Read More ›
Biking to the Wine Cellars of Eastern Austrian from Bratislava, Slovakia
When we lived in Colorado, Pat biked – up and down mountain roads and around hair pin turns. Me? No way. So it was natural he bought a bike when we moved to Bratislava, and that I did not. Besides,… Read More ›
Hungarian Cooking Lessons
A few months ago, I stumbled upon an Hungarian cooking class which largely caters to Americans and other western tourists who “want to see inside a real Hungarian apartment” and visit the main market hall – one of the “must… Read More ›
In Pursuit of Italian Sausage in Budapest
When you get past family and friends, the part of American life I miss the most is the ability to make nearly any recipe from any international cuisine with all the required ingredients. At home, I can buy everything to… Read More ›
The World In Between 