Time kind of escapes me on these travel days. Flying from the east coast I always find the flights are actually too short, i.e. they don't allow enough shuteye time. Throw in friends wanting to have a farewell girl talk night the night before my departure and it's been a while without sleep.
So I'm just jotting down the basics and hopefully I can come fill in the blanks later.
After some delays, a 2pm arrival in downtown Budapest, or Pest to be exact.
Mini pep rally with myself to prevent immediate retreat to the bed that looks so nice and cozy and ready for me (it still does actually)
Visit to the House of Terror - the first person accounts of the gulags are nothing short of devastating. It's somehow always a revelation how personal history is. The Hungarians had interesting commentary on the "victimizers" to end the exhibit.
Tosca at the state opera house - to clear my mind I go see an opera that ends in murder suicide? Budapest IS dark. Lovely music, lovely building and lovely evening though.
Genetics - can't get away from work. A student question and senate stuff take up some of my evening time.
And now for the most glorious part - sleep!!
1 comment:
Oh how I wish flights from San Diego to Europe could feel "too short"!
It's an amazing thing when history becomes real, isn't it? I remember being in Germany for the first time and looking around at the idyllic countryside surrounding Dachau. After touring the camp, I could so clearly see that terrible juxtaposition of life as usual against the backdrop of such atrocities. Even more startling was the realization that what happened in those concentration wasn't ancient history but something that occurred only a decade before I was born!
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