Blanche Dubois summarized my expat life best, “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” And so it is. That random guardian angel who swoops in when I am most lost, confused, disconsolate. With a nearly unnoticeable gesture they… Read More ›
As the weather turns sunny and warm, we lunch outside. Last week there was a group of us, mostly Hungarians, a handful of Romanians, a French guy, and one other American, gathered around the picnic table. Everyone was relaxed, the mood fostered by… Read More ›
In my dreams, I run marathons. The closest I’ve come in real life is reading Runner’s World from cover to cover. Then I glance through the marathon schedule in the index: Paris, London, Athens, Venice – in my dreams, I… Read More ›
The Danube Bend is the area north of Budapest where the Danube River jogs abruptly left making a 90 degree turn as it heads west to Bratislava and Vienna. Most tourists stay on the hilly Buda side of the river… Read More ›
I’m a sucker for a great bookstore. At home bookstores are struggling for survival. Here in Hungary, the English bookstores are plentiful – thank goodness. You will find the ubiquitous commercial powerhouses: James Patterson, Jodi Piccoult, Sue Grafton – the… Read More ›
The World In Between 