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 ›
Expat life
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 Joy of the Unknown
Yesterday evening, just as the sun dipped below the Buda hills, a group gathered in the park below our apartment. A cluster of candles flickered at the base of a statue surrounded by diffuse pinpricks of light as people continued… Read More ›
The World In Between 