Age

There are days that I see a wiry coarse gray hair curling up and out into the air from my scalp separating itself from my dark brown hair and I can actively feel my insides decaying.

But then there are days that I’m sitting on a patio sipping rosé and I see a beautiful woman in jean cutoffs with gray hair piled on top of her head, smile lines running down her face, holding the hand of a child trying to scooter down the sidewalk with a rocket pop melting down his little arm and she’s the coolest thing on this block.

And I think I would be so lucky to have that future.

July 2025

Another year has come and gone and I once again and coming to this blog with a completely different intention than the last time I posted.

Grad school has been rough lately. I’m student teaching right now and its been fine. The kids that I’m working with are such a bright spot but everything else is so lame. Its with a non profit that truly disregards teaching the child as a whole and I could go on a whole rant about the curriculum and how the students are treated but I have 15 days left and 3 of those days are field trips and I’m so burnt out I can’t muster the outrage. Plus I’m doing it all for free. Just because we’re used to not paying teachers doesn’t mean we should continue not paying them for student teaching!!!!

We’re having apartment issues… when are we not… and it feels so all consuming because everything else is so terrible that our apartment should be a calming place to home to and its not.

I’ve been writing little journal entries (not quite poems but more than just thoughts?) in my notes app on my phone and I’m going to start sharing them here so that will be the next few posts.

Hello Again

Guess who forgot to cancel her wordpress subscription! This (very distracted) lady! Two years in a row now, I think my subconscious has willed me to forget to cancel this website so I would be forced to start blogging again. I started this blog so long ago and had dreams that I would continue to document my travels forever. In a perfect world I would have unlimited funds to travel to new places and share my adventures on this blog. Unfortunately the secret family fortune that I’ve been banking on materializing never came through so I’ve made alternate plans.

I’ve actually had a draft of something in this vein sitting unpublished for almost a year now. There was still so much that was in motion in my life that whenever I went to hit publish I would realize something had changed and I didn’t have the time or energy or desire to really verbalize those changes but it felt wrong sharing something but not everything that encompassed how I was feeling.

I’ve always been a big believer that its ok to not have your opinion out in the world. When people say ‘I just tell it how it is’ or ‘I’m all about brutal honesty’ I always think… who asked for that? Is the world a better place because your opinion is now out there? Most of the time the answer is no. So in that same vein I haven’t really felt super passionate about anything enough to really write a blog. But, now that I have this blog for another year I felt I might as well use this space to get some thoughts out. And honestly it’s not that I haven’t had anything to say since my last blog in August 2022. It’s just that I’ve also been insanely busy, so enmeshed in life!

Here’s a quick overview, some highlights in no particular order, that will bring us up to today

-moved back to the US, settled into life in NY. Reentered the multiple job grind that is required to survive here

-got a nanny job and helped watch two amazing girls for a year

-quickly realized I wanted a type of stability that I had never really lusted after before

-got into all three early childhood education graduate school programs I applied to 

-decided to go to Hunter, the same school my grandmother got her teaching degree

-had multiple family members go through terrible health diagnoses

-spent a lot of time in the park trying and failing to stay off my phone

-spent a lot of time in Brooklyn’s public libraries 

-was bossed around by multiple toddlers

-decided Eric Adams and Kathy Holchul were #1 and 2 on my shit list

-resolved and made peace with the fact that I will be in Brooklyn for the foreseeable future

-missed my overseas friends more than I thought possible

-worked harder in grad school than I’ve ever worked on anything in my life. 

-got a 4.0 my first 3 semesters, realized I could have given about 25% less effort and still gotten a 4.0

-developed stomach ulcers

-had so many stomach problems that I ended up having to poop in a bag and bring it to my doctor’s office which prompted me to start feeling a lot more suspicious about what other people had in their bags on the subway

-was diagnosed with IBS (not a shocker at all) and a malabsorption stomach disorder, was forced to change so much about what and how I eat.

-went to a lot of therapy

-visited a lot of cities outside of New York City and realized that I physically and mentally can not handle living in a city where I am 100% dependent on a car

-started taking ballet again and remembered why I love dance

-read so many academic articles about child development and education policy that I felt like my brain was waterlogged and to get any new information in I would have to word vomit any old information out

-did not read enough for enjoyment

-started performing again 

-watched one of my closest friends marry her soul mate and organized her bachelorette party

-taught a theater summer camp

-moved in with my boyfriend

-finished the first draft of a book I’d really like to sell or even self publish

And I think that brings up to today. I would love to start writing more but to do that I think I would need something to write about. I don’t like that I don’t have a clear picture of what the future holds, but I think that’s something I will always struggle with. I’d love to get to a place where I feel confident enough in myself that my anxiety at new tasks and events doesn’t completely burn me up from the inside out. It’s important to focus on the now. 

For my next post I’d love to write about my experience with nannying in New York or possibly my experiences in grad school. If anyone would like to suggest a topic please do so I can keep flexing these writer muscles that are so underutilized as of late! 

Find the Green

I find there’s one activity that seems to equal parts startle and comfort tourists when asked where to go or what to do. Advising them to find the nature in New York City. In a city where gray can become the backdrop, finding a green space is essential to your sanity. Sure Central Park is great but New York has splotches of green thrown across the five boroughs that are just as deserving of the awe that Central Park invokes. Sometimes those splotches are fifty blocks long and sometimes they barely cover one block. 

Below I detail the parks that played a special part in helping me call New York home despite how small or large they may be. 

Brooklyn

Prospect Park

Back in the 18th century Brooklyn grew from a small village to a bustling city within the course of 30 years due to its location on the East River. As industries grew so did the need for a park, not just for aesthetics but also health. After the immediate success of Central Park, Prospect Park was plotted and opened in 1867 even though it would see another 7 years of development. The original rustic aesthetic of the park can still be admired today. 

With the immense amount of winding trails that lead to old fountains and Victorian style bridges and monuments, Prospect Park almost feels mystical. And with grassy knolls accessible but still off the main paths, it became a sanctuary even before avoiding people was advisable for your health. 

The incentives you can reap as a tourist are vast as well. The LeFrak center offers seasonal ice-skating and roller-skating which turns into a massive splash pad in the summer. Paddle boats can be rented from the Lefrak Center as well in the warmer months. International cuisine can be enjoyed every Sunday at Smorgasburg Prospect Park from April to October.

According to Prospect Park Alliance’s website the park receives over 10 million visitors a year. As opposed to Central Park where you’re always within earshot of another park goer, Prospect feels more tranquil, more pastoral, and certainly more provincial. After I lost my job in the hospitality industry due to Covid there were days when the only thing I could bring myself to accomplish was a walk through the park. Then, once I pulled myself together, I got a job as a nanny and covered every inch of that park with a stroller on long walks singing and laughing with the 2 year old I was watching. Prospect Park became a bubble of seclusion during a time when it was becoming more and more difficult to turn off my mind. 

Sunset Park

Sunset Park is located in the neighborhood of the same name and spans a simple two avenues and four blocks. The walk from the subway or bus stop to the park might feel like you’re walking through a warehouse or sleepy residential area. But then you’re inside the park standing on the slope of a hill gazing at sensational views of the Manhattan skyline with your mouth agape and you forget all the misgivings. From the park’s highest point you can see The Statue of Liberty, New Jersey, Staten Island and sweeping parts of Brooklyn. For visitors interested in learning a bit of history The One World Trade Center is visible from most points in the park as were the World Trade Center Towers. Members of the community had a front row seat watching the tragedy unfold and many famous photos of that day were taken from Sunset Park. A Living Memorial Grove can be found in the park and serves as a place for reflection with a clear view of the sight of the tragedy. 

For me, my love for Sunset Park developed begrudgingly. I attended a birthday party in Sunset Park and was honestly a bit annoyed that I had to make the journey on a weekend when trains to the area were scarce. We had a picnic by ordering food from different Chinese, Central American, and South American restaurants that intersected in the neighborhood creating an international feast. I found myself returning to Sunset Park again and again for the views and sense of community. 

McCarren Park & Bushwick Inlet Park

McCarren Park is the green space that joins Greenpoint and Williamsburg, two vastly different neighborhoods. Greenpoint’s industrial look serves the filming industry well as it is home to filming locations for Law & Order, Girls, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Boardwalk Empire, and more. Williamsburg has become known as what visitors might envision as the quintessential Brooklyn Hipster. With 35 acres of land, McCarren park provides endless opportunities for softball, kickball, soccer, swimming, and barbecuing. 

The park opened in 1906 as Greenpoint Park and was renamed McCarren Park in 1909 after Patrick H. McCarren who became the Democratic boss of Brooklyn. In the 1930’s the park was expanded as part of FDR’s New Deal. In the 1970s the park had fallen into disrepair with a car even crashing into the empty swimming pool at one point. Eventually, and very slowly, the park was restored to its former glory with a full renovation by 2012. 

Located two blocks from McCarren sits Bushwick Inlet park where the Williamsburg Smorgasburg takes place from April to October. This park feels a bit uneventful until you walk across the flat grassy field and come upon a rocky beach with stunning views of Manhattan. 

When I first moved to New York I worked as a nanny to a 9 month old little girl while I auditioned and wrote and tried to get my plays seen. I would bring the baby to McCarren park and sit watching the baseball games while writing and generally trying to get used to living in a place so different from anywhere I’d ever been. We would walk the two blocks from McCarren to Bushwick Inlet Park and count the boats as they passed nibbling on pastries I’d bought from the small cafes that dot the streets in that area. 

Queens

Astoria Park

As a staunch Brooklyn dweller for going on 7 years now Queens has never felt super accessible. Having friends in Queens feels like I’m in a long-distance relationship. With hardly any trains that connect Brooklyn to Queens I don’t have a lot of experience with traversing to Queens to find peace. I am lucky enough however to have friends that have insisted that I attend a few specific events at Astoria Park and of course the journey was worth it. 

Astoria Park is known for it’s large public pool- the oldest in all of New York City. With beautiful views of Manhattan across the East River an entire day can be spent in Astoria Park by enjoying all the amenities it offers. 

I first visited Astoria Park in the summer of 2019 to see a movie with a screen set up on a road closed to traffic on weekends. I didn’t know it at the time but that was one of the last times I was able to enjoy the shared experience of laughing along with strangers at a movie as we all happily sipped wine and enjoyed snacks on our picnic blankets for quite some time. As the pandemic continued, things changed to make life more… liveable, I visited Astoria Park again multiple times birthday cookouts at the grills and bike rides along the many trails that spider themselves throughout the park. 

Manhattan

Tompkins Square Park

Tompkins Square is a small patch of manicured green in the otherwise chaos of the East Village. Spread between two avenues and three blocks this park provides prime spots for people watching. Perhaps a surprising feature of the park is its large elm trees that don’t quite feel like they fit next to the tumult of the East Village. The most beloved tree can be found near the Avenue A and East 7th St. entrance. Called the Krishna tree it serves as the place where A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, an Indian Spiritual leader and the founder of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness in New York, sat and sang the “hare krishna’ chant. This event is recognized as the founding of the religion in the United States. Notable artists in attendance were Allen Ginsburg. People have continued to use the tree as a symbol for peace, even some residents going so far as to get married under the tree. 

Historically Tompkins Square Park has been a place the public uses to voice dissent. As early as 1857 the park has been used for demonstrations about lack of jobs, humane treatment for workers, treatment of the homeless, and human rights issues. 

I initially discovered Tompkins Square Park through GrowNYC’s greenmarkets. My first visit was to drop off a trash bag of old clothes to the market’s textile recycling program. I ended up sitting down on one of the benches to people watch and enjoy a fresh smoothie bought from the market. I continue to find solace under the canopy of elms whenever I find myself in that neighborhood. 

Bryant Park

The NY Public Library’s main location towers over Bryant Park’s grassy lawn and sets the tone for a quiet and spacious park. With its many tables available for meetings  or meals, Bryant park feels like one of the more orderly public spaces in New York. Perhaps that’s due to its original designers drawing great inspiration from Parisian Parks of the time. In fact The Landmarks Preservation Commission called it “a prime example of a park designed in the French Classical tradition – an urban amenity worthy of our civic pride.” With how manicured the park seems today it’s hard to imagine, but the park’s history stretches back to the 1600’s when it was declared public property by New York’s Colonial Governor at the time. During the Civil War Bryant Park, then known as Reservoir Square, served as an encampment for Union Soldiers and later as the site of one of the riots that broke out due to the introduction of the draft. Today Bryant Park serves as a lunch time reprieve for many New Yorkers who work in Midtown Manhattan. 

Seasonally Bryant Park offers Christmas Markets and ice skating in the winter and outdoor movies and concerts in the summer. Super close to the theater district Bryant Park has always been my go to green space to access when killing time in Midtown. 

My last visit was after a stay at the Historic Bryant Park Hotel where I bought lunch at a street fair and then sunbathed for hours with a book before heading into the New York Public Library for a few pictures. As I sat in the grass reading, a young performers Broadway class started on the large stage behind me. A wedding party celebrated at the cafe to my right and a carousel spun slowly clinking away a somewhat recognizable tune as children squealed in delight. Quintessential New York bliss. 

Fort Tryon Park

Many days have been spent sitting in Fort Tryon Park admiring the Hudson River after spending a few hours at The Cloisters, a branch of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Cloisters sits on a steep hill inside the park and looks more like a 13th Century church than a museum. Fort Tryon Park has an extremely layered history that dates back to the 17th century when it was inhabited by the Indigenous Weckquaesgeek Tribe. The British gained control of the area in 1776 and named it Fort Tryon after Sir William Tryon who was a Major General and the last British governor of colonial New York. During the 19th century many wealthy New Yorkers purchased land around Fort Tryon and developed estates overlooking the Hudson River. Then in 1917 John Rockefeller purchased one of the largest estates and began developing the land, even purchasing the land across the river on the New Jersey side so as to preserve the views. Then in 1931 he donated the land to the city. For someone who loves hiking but can’t always deal with the commute on the Metro North, Fort Tryon’s 8 miles of trails feels like a happy medium. 

My favorites of the park include having a glass of wine at The New Leaf Restaurant as well as strolling The Heather Garden, the city’s largest public garden. The Cloisters is my absolute favorite museum in all of New York. The museum’s herb garden, the quiet tranquility, and views from the vistas are absolutely worth the trek all the way up to190th street. 

I chose the parks that have been the most impactful for me but that doesn’t mean another little splotch of green not mentioned didn’t affect you deeply. I could have honestly continued writing and I encourage visitors of New York to also check out the main parks: Central Park, Union Square, and the High Line to name a few. Those serve as great introductions to the greenery that New York has to offer. Let me know which ones have helped you find the necessary calm in New York! 

More information on all NYC parks can be found here.

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Falling Back in Love

While I was in Budapest during one of my first shopping trips I found a bookstore with an English section and bought a few books. I didn’t have any hard plans to read them but filling my shelves up with books made my apartment feel more familiar. 

I bought a fantasy series I never opened, a poetry book I sometimes flipped through, and the only one I actually read- Persuasion by Jane Austen. 

In the middle of my read I put it in my carry-on luggage that I was forced to check and then subsequently somehow got soaked in the course of my Christmas break travels. Everything in my suitcase was waterlogged so the book swelled and the words ran and I finished the book by listening to it as an audiobook I found on YouTube- not quite the same experience as curling up with the book on my couch. 

Persuasion focuses on two people who were in love but broke up because of external circumstances. Years later they come back together and are persuaded to try again. 

I think I’m adapting the same attitude towards New York at the current moment. 

I fell out of love with New York. In, like, a major way. But I’m here again and I can either be miserable and jaded and roll my eyes every time I hear a tourist ask for directions to Times Square or I can persuade myself to give it another go. 

It’s been really hard being back. I miss teaching. I miss my friends. I miss living on my own and  being able to afford it. I miss being able to travel. And I let myself drown in pity for a bit and then I remember a few things. I’m still teaching-just online. I missed my friends in America and now I am able to see them. My housing situation is unstable right now but I have a lovely boyfriend and friends that I’ve been able to live with. And I can travel in the US- in fact I’ve traveled a lot since being back. These past two months have been a constant battle of reframing my thoughts and feelings and expectations. 

When I first moved back in July I felt incredibly isolated. And I forgot, kind of, that I know people here and could have reached out for work. I was grasping for some sort of stability so I just started throwing things at the wall and to see what would stick. And nothing really did. 

I’ve really been trying to fight the urge to go into survival mode. When my future looks unclear I tend to act rashly. I apply to 50 jobs that I don’t want to do but I know are safe. I fill my days with activities that feign productivity. I’ve been trying to just sit in this lost feeling and trust that the answer is going to come to me. I needed to let myself be still. Being still takes a lot of trust and I realized that I think I lost trust in myself. Which is ridiculous because I’ve always been able to take care of myself.

I was hit the other day with how incredibly lucky I am for the support system I have. I was very ready to move back to New York. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t devastated to leave Budapest. New York is where I am right now so here are some things that I am remembering I love about the city I can’t seem to bid adieu quite yet. 

Theater

You don’t have to treat yourself to go see shows in New York. Before I left, the theater industry was still limping towards fully reopening and it kind of broke my heart to not be able to get off work and think ‘hmm I think I’ll go see a show tonight’ like I used to. I went to a show the other day and it reminded me how much I love every aspect of theater. I love the line to get in. The shared experience of laughing along with strangers. The buzz of socializing at intermission. The post-show dinner and drinks to decompress and share your thoughts. Watching someone perform on stage in New York is to watch someone fulfill their dreams. 

Nature

The city is so concrete that you appreciate the patches of grass that you do have. Sometimes those patches of grass are 1 square foot where a little tree is persevering surrounded by man made structures. Sometimes that patch of grass is a 60 block long park. Central Park is wonderful and iconic but there are so many other splotches of nature that can be found. Prospect Park was my haven during the lockdown. Going back reminded me how important surrounding yourself with green is. I’ve since made a point to explore the other lesser known ( by me)  parks of the 5 boroughs. There’s Sunset Park with stunning views of lower Manhattan. Fort Green with its hills and tennis courts that block out the sounds of the city. Tompkins Square that provides a reprieve from the chaos of the East Village. 

Apart from the parks there are also the beaches. New York is really just a few islands smushed together and what are islands without their beaches? My usual go to is Brighton Beach. Its clean and located in an inlet that is protected from the rougher waves coming in from the Atlantic. I would laze around for a bit- maybe buying some Eastern European specialties from the bakeries and then walk down the boardwalk to Coney Island to people watch. Apart from Brighton Beach and Coney Island there’s also the beaches in Long Island that can be reached by the LIRR and The Rockaways which are more of a trek but worth the views and fish tacos once you get there. 

Food

Whenever people used to visit New York and ask me for food recommendations I never felt like I was able to give them a specific answer. Any restaurant that is able to exist in New York is going to be good because it’s competing with millions of others. I’ve had everything from sushi tacos to a vegan coq au vin at a completely meat free French restaurant in the West Village. I would have never even thought to seek out half the unique dishes I’ve enjoyed in New York, but with how accessible eccentric food options can be I’ve been able to expose my taste buds to the bizarre. 

When I first came back I slowly introduced American food back into my system. After a bout of Covid and being told to go on probiotics, I was hesitant to allow myself to indulge in the fried and processed foods I loved so much in my 20’s. While I salivated over a good chicken kebab from a street cart I had a feeling my digestive system couldn’t really handle it anymore. I was right. But my new dietary restrictions have reminded me that there’s literally something for everyone in New York. 

Trains

Honestly, the New York City subway system has got me longing for Budapest’s efficient and plentiful transit options. While I have begrudgingly decided that the subways will always be terrible and dirty, at least they get me from point a to point b- despite how long that may take. I am lucky that during a surge in gas prices I don’t have to rely on cars. Riding the subway is a universal experience all New Yorkers share and it is nice to be able to settle back into the chaos of the city at its root. 

Apart from the subway I am deeply grateful for the Metro North that I can take to upstate New York and the NJ Transit that takes me to visit family and friends in New Jersey. Within an hour of departing Grand Central or Penn Station, I can be hiking or swimming or relaxing on a familiar couch surrounded by family. 

Part of me will always be daydreaming about the day when I finally feel like I can say a forever goodbye to New York. But the other part of me, the part of me that is attempting to exist in the present, is happy to be home. I have an itch to go back overseas but I think it’s a good thing that I’m forcing myself to sit in the still and the calm and really think. 

If this entry feels chaotic and all over the place that’s probably because I feel chaotic and all over the place. I’ve been attempting to put together a catalog of travel articles and pitches for different publications as well as a website and a few other side projects. I’m constantly wavering between feeling intense surges of ambition and low plateaus of purposelessness. But I think if that’s not adulthood then what is? 

Thank you and hello to my new subscribers! Now that I am a bit more settled I’ll be posting more. Check out my instagram and a few pictures below for some New York memories.

A few days in Athens

Don’t go to Athens so many people told me. It’s dirty. It’s dangerous. It’s just another city. But you know what? Paris is just some city with the Eiffel Tower. Cairo is just some city with some pyramids. London is just some city with a big clock. 

I saw the whole city through the eyes of someone just happy to be back with her boyfriend after 6 months long distance. With that being said, I unabashedly loved Athens. The critics of Athens all had the same things to say and while I did see the trash and the poverty I also saw a city clawing its way back to normalcy. Everything was open and everyone was so incredibly welcoming and ready to share their city. 

We arrived Saturday night way later than planned because of flight delays. We assumed there would be nothing open or atleast things would be dwindling down for the night. That wasn’t the case at all. We checked into our hotel and despite being a bit fatigued from the journey, we felt reinvigorated by the life of the city and went across the street to a gyro shop where we were greeted with glass jug of wine and shaved zucchini strips battered and covered in tzatziki. I can only liken the set up to those wings and beer you might find yourself guiltily downing after a night out. But this was zucchini… which is a vegetable… so you don’t have to feel guilty. We had all Sunday and Monday to explore and then the morning and early afternoon of Tuesday before we caught our 4pm flight back to Budapest. Here’s the highlights and a few tips I couldn’t wait to pass on. 

Accommodation

While looking for accommodation I was surprised to discover that hotels and Air BnBs in Athens were about the same price. I’ve been feeling a little wary of AirBnB lately so I searched high and low and finally found The Lotus Inn. Honestly we really lucked out with this one. There were not a lot of reviews but the hotel was running a special discount if you stayed more than 2 nights. Booking straight on their website was a bit cheaper than booking through any of the travel sites like booking.com. I debated booking a hotel with more reviews but I kind of decided that the price and super central location were worth the prospect of being homeless on the streets of Athens. Whatever, if it doesn’t work out it’ll just be a hilarious story I get to write about. Well unfortunately for you it was amazing.

We stayed in the Monastiraki area which seemed to host just as many Greek locals as it did hotels. The hotel was located a 5 minute walk from 2 different subway lines, a 10 minute walk to tons of ruins and tourist sites, and most importantly our room had a stunning view of the Acropolis. Throw in the continental breakfast that I scarfed down like it was my first time discovering the concept of yogurt and fruit as a meal item and you’d be dumb not to prioritize staying here on your next visit to Athens. 

The Sights

Walking from the hotel up to the acropolis created a natural path to see most of the ruins I had on my list. I did start the day feeling a bit overwhelmed with how much I wanted to see. Maybe it wasn’t apparent through my earlier blog posts but it can be super difficult for me to relax on vacation and not feel tied to a to-do list that must Must MUST be full of check marks by the time I board the plane. The insane amount of essential stops in Athens actually did end up taking the pressure off me a bit because there is really no way you can see everything in a few days.  

There are several different passes that you can use to get discounts and cut lines at the different museums. You can purchase a pass that includes entry to the Acropolis and 6 other sites including Hadrian’s Library and the Roman Agora. This pass can be purchased online here or at any of the ticket booths at any site. This particular pass is good for 5 days. 

There was also the Athens City pass which includes much more transportation and guided tour options. This pass seemed a bit more customizable but not worth it if you’ll only be in Athens for less than 72 hours like us.

On top of the insanely awe-inspiring ruins, I also encourage you to check out the natural beauty that Athens has to offer. Off of Syntagma Square which hosts the impressive Parliament building and serves as a meeting spot for many tour groups, is The National Garden.The National Garden looks pristinely manicured while still feeling lush and exotic. It hosts Greece’s Monument of the Unknown Soldier, Botanical garden and museum, and children’s library. The park can also be accessed through Hadrian’s Arch where you can find The Temple of Olympian Zeus. 

The Beach

Maybe I was inspired by the way water is artfully brought to life in the Ancient Greek tragedy, Odysseus. Or maybe I was inspired by the single bead of sweat that traveled from my neck to my butt crack before I even fully boarded the airport bus to the hotel my first night in Athens. Either way I knew I couldn’t go to Greece and not swim in the ocean. We had two options of how to go about getting there. Get your guide offers quite a few excursions that leave from Athens port and take you on a sail boat all around different islands. While this looked amazing we didn’t want to sacrifice our whole day. Additionally, while the prices looked reasonable for what was being offered, we just didn’t want to spend the money. 

Instead we opted to take public transit to a beach south of Athens. I’d had a few flagged on google maps before traveling but asked our tour guide from the food tour his favorite. He told us we had to check out Akti Vouliagmenis, which wasn’t one I had seen. He said it was the best with such animation that we had no choice but to believe him.

Getting there was relatively easy- we took the subway from Monastiraki station and then got on a bus which we rode for about a half hour. We paid 10 euros each for entry. The area was very well maintained with changing rooms, bathrooms, showers, different chairs with tables and umbrellas and all available for first come first serve use. There were cafes and bars every 50 feet or so and nicer seafood restaurants right outside the entrance. We had brought fruit from the Monastiraki market and so just ended up needing to buy more water as it was intensely hot.

There were different boats to rent and excursions leaving from the beach as well as a huge inflatable obstacle course.

Getting home was a bit more difficult. We ended up waiting 45 minutes for a bus that was way too crowded once it finally came. Eventually a different bus came that we got on. We ended up taking that bus to another local bus. Overall the whole experience that should have taken 90 minutes ended up taking about 3 hours. 

Despite the delay in getting back to Athens, our trip to the beach was absolutely worth it- smelly bus ride and all.

Food

I noticed a great pride in the food of every restaurant we passed whether it was a walk up souvlaki cart or a sit down restaurant with a band. 

It was Dans birthday so I booked a street food walking tour through Get Your Guide. You can book a lunch time or dinner one. It started with Souvlaki, traditional Greek street food and then moved to a restaurant where we got a taste of 7 different entrees and traditional Greek alcohol. These entrees were followed by dessert at a Greek bakery. We tried orange cake, Greek yogurt and a sweet cheese.The orange cake was surprisingly my favorite. When I think of Greek food, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t dessert but the sweets I found in Athens were the unexpected cherry on top of my time there. 

 As we walked the tour guide gave a great overview of street food and local restaurants in the area. If you’re not able to attend this tour, definitely make sure you have time for some type of walking tour. The history of Athens is so incredibly layered as it’s just so unbelievably old. Every street has a story and the people of Athens are eager to share them with you. 

For refuel during the day I relied on little juice and yogurt places that could be found all over. My favorite was pure raw watermelon and lime juice and a small bowl of Greek yogurt with honey and nuts.

Monastiraki square has not only a large market with lots of souvenirs but also carts where you can buy fresh fruit for just a few euros.

There were quite a few restaurants that only took euros or upcharged to use a card. Additionally restaurants stayed open way later than expected. We ended up eating dinner at 11pm one night and were definitely not the only people in the restaurant.

Transport

Bus from airport:

We arrived just after midnight because of flight delays. The last metro into the city center leaves the airport at midnight so we ended up taking a bus to Syntagma Square and walked about 15 minutes to our hotel from there. The tickets for the bus were 5 euros each and had to be purchased before boarding. 

Train to airport:

Upon leaving Athens we were happy to see we could take a subway right around the corner from our hotel straight to the airport. We took the M3 line. It does only run every 20 minutes so be sure you plan accordingly.

I found the Athens subway a bit complicated but this is coming from someone who still finds herself taking the wrong train in NYC after living here for 6 years. I think the main problem was not being able to read Greek. The trains came pretty regularly but the ticketing system was a bit complicated as there were lots of 24 -72 hour passes that included a lot of different options. We ended up just buying one time rides which proved to be the most economical as we walked everywhere and only used the subway twice.  

The subways do require you to validate your tickets as you enter AND WHEN YOU EXIT so keep your tickets available until your ride is complete.

Every single station we went through was accessible and had an agent working to answer questions.

Final Thoughts 

Parts of Athens felt nothing like a city at all. The terrain was rough and looked untouched completely by human civilization. Parts of the city looked almost biblical with how sprawling and undeveloped it was. And then you’d walk 10 minutes and find yourself squished in between people waiting to cross a busy street and suddenly you’d remember you were in a city.

But then again, other parts of Athens almost felt like the Truman Show with how picturesque and pristine it all was along with how friendly the shop and restaurant owners were. The attitude towards tourists was really welcoming and I never felt like I was imposing.

I’ve said this before in other travel posts but learning the language even a minimal amount goes a long way. I was really lucky that Dan knows a few basic Greek phrases and can read some Greek. His Greek combined with my Hungarian means we have the most specific language skillset on Earth. Maybe one day we’ll create a hybrid language and it will be the one that stumps historians in a thousand years. 

I also want to say something about languages in general. I am so incredibly privileged and lucky that my mother tongue is English. And that in most places English is the default second language. Traveling to countries where the first language is not English is generally an extremely easy process because I know there will at least be someone who speaks enough to help me. With that being said, there is a sense of entitlement that comes from knowing you don’t need to prepare. I always urge English speakers (not just Americans!) to recognize that just because English is so widely spoken that doesn’t mean you should solely rely on it! Attempting to say hello and thank you in the native language and acknowledging not knowing more goes a long way. It shows an openness and awareness that can be super refreshing. Remember when you are interacting with a server or transit worker in your native language they are probably doing this in more than one language switching back and forth all day and that’s really impressive!

So wherever you choose to travel next do so with grace and the understanding that not everyone knows what you know. 

This is sadly my last travel blog for the next little bit as I settle back in to life in New York. I have bigger things in store, though, so please keep reading. You can always check out my day to day adventures on instagram and check out a few pictures from Athens below.

Leaving Budapest

While I’ve only had a very small amount of relationships in my life I would say I’ve experienced a large amount of devastating breakups. Break ups of the romantic nature but also unconventional break ups. Break ups with friends. With cities. With versions of myself I was still holding on to. Even with ideas. 

So like a bona fide break up I’ve felt my relationship with Budapest coming to a close for awhile. And like a true break up I held on hoping things might miraculously work out but they haven’t because they were never meant to. 

I have loved living in Budapest. I had a few bad patches with Covid and the weather and other things that you have to deal with anywhere but mostly I’ve really missed my boyfriend. I would have days where I would emerge from my subway station at the end of a work day and it would wash over me like a wave how much I loved living here. But then I would always think, ‘I wish I could share this with Dan’. That feeling didn’t sully any of the experiences I had, it just left them feeling a little incomplete. 

I think an unfortunate side effect from choosing to uproot yourself is that you will never fully be at home anywhere ever again. You will always know and love people who are not near you. You will have coffee shops and bars in cities all over the country, maybe even the world, that you will long for on Friday evenings and Saturday mornings despite perfectly fine coffee shops and bars in your neighborhood.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so restless. Moments like this when I’m feeling an immeasurable amount of pain, like I’m ripping off an actual part of myself and planting it in the soil, I wish I could be ok growing roots in one place and allowing myself to bloom there. 

But if I didn’t open myself up to the pain of leaving I would also be closing off the possibility of growing and exploring and becoming the person who I am. Instead of a tiny little flower blooming in the place I’ve always been I like to think of myself as a vine that twists and turns and flourishes all over. 

I think I find a little comfort in the fact that I will mourn Budapest more than Budapest will ever mourn me. It will keep moving and evolving and it will be there when I come back. Like anywhere you stay for a long time, I feel that I will leave Budapest changed. The way of life in Hungary is just different. It’s slower with more care and attention to health. And I hope I continue these practices in my life wherever I end up. 

For now, I will be in New York teaching English online and working towards a few bigger things. I have a super crazy summer of family reunions, weddings, and trips all over so I hope all the socializing will help me reacclimate to life in the US. 

I’m sitting here in the airport anxiously waiting to board my gate, wondering if I can squeeze in one more bathroom trip before boarding and I’m wishing I had more time. Theres no use in drawing out goodbyes but I wish I could have existed in Budapest a bit longer as a tourist. I know I’ll come back. And maybe the next place I choose to live won’t be so far.

I still have a few travel posts that I’m working on and will hopefully post in the coming weeks so keep a look out.

Thanks for following along on this chapter of my journey. I hope you’ll stay with me for the next few chapters as well.

My Fig Tree Moment

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the Sylvia Path quote in The Bell Jar when she finds herself at a crossroads. She imagines herself sitting underneath a fig tree looking up at all the equally delectable figs. Each fig is a different way her life could go. One fig is having a family. One is moving to Europe and another is South America. One is becoming a poet and another is becoming an athlete. Finally after imagining all the options and even acknowledging the options she couldn’t quite make out yet she says:

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose”

I feel like I’m in my fig tree moment. I’ve been feeling at a crossroads lately. Not just about leaving Budapest but about what I’ll do when I get back to America. I could choose a number of different things and I know it would be fine. It would probably be great! But choosing to pursue one career or goal means not being able to give myself completely to the other options. 

The passage goes on to say, “I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

I used to feel like not choosing something meant it would shrivel up and go away. But now I feel like if something is meant for me it’ll come back and so I’m not stressing as much or holding too many expectations on my future. I do find myself in fits of anxiety, plagued by the idea that I’ll flop and flounder when I return. And theres not really enough time to stop and recenter myself because theres just so much to do before I leave. 

I should mention that while this passage in The Bell Jar is quite famous, not a lot of people mention the following page where she realizes she is spiraling a bit. She realizes she just needs to have some water and eat something and know that she will choose what is right for her. But like Plath I, too, feel no confidence in my decisions sometimes. I let the ‘what-ifs’ scare me away so much that I’m left in a gray colored purgatory where I’m always wanting something but never doing it. 

I have always struggled with how other people view me. I struggle with the fact that I can’t control their perception of me. I struggle with creating my own narrative in their heads. I decide off of one slight interaction that they feel a certain way about me and then I let it snowball. One of my biggest fears is seeming like a flake. I HATE the idea that I could ever let anyone down. I compensate ( or maybe overcompensate) by trying to do everything. By trying to please everyone. I used to overwork myself and over promise my time so I could make sure I showed up for everyone in my life. I did this in college too to disastrous results. The semester before I studied abroad I was trying to jam in all the French classes that would qualify me for the French University I wanted to go to. I was in a play at a community theater near Atlanta and about to start rehearsals for a play in my theater program. I was trying to juggle all this along with friendships, my romantic relationship, my jobs, and my regular classes. I snapped. I remember I walked into my professor Gaye Jeffers office one day to ask her a random question about something. The minute she turned from her desk I just collapsed into a ball of tears and anxiety and mumbled words. I cried for over an hour in her office about nothing in particular but also about everything. At the end I had come to the conclusion that despite me trying to fill everyone else’s wells, I had left mine completely empty. 

I don’t let myself get that desperately empty anymore. I’m pretty good about guarding my time and establishing solid boundaries. But still. I hate the idea that I might not be able to help someone who wants something from me. I think that’s why I liked working in hospitality for so long but also why I burnt out. 

These impulses to immediately think about how someone else will view me has stopped me from doing things that I’ve really wanted to do. And its hard to look at my life’s choices completely through a lens of my own design- not through the eyes of someone else.

I’m feeling a lot about going back to the US and obviously the huge change is bringing out my anxieties. What I want to do might be judged and I just have to be okay with that. There’s a lot that is unknown and that’s not fun. I think transitioning back to living in the US is going to be rough. 

I’ve been feeling a bit hopeless in regards to my life in the USA lately. There are people in power that have taken away my rights. Education and public programs are diminishing and pretty much all the fields I have experience working in are abysmally underfunded at the moment. But then I think about the year 536 which is largely considered the worst year in all of history. A volcano in Iceland is said to have erupted, dimming the sun for almost 18 months. Temperatures plunged, the world was thrown into darkness, years long droughts and famines- all in the same year. And of course no one probably knew exactly what was happening because there wasn’t an information highway that shoots info straight into your brain through a little portable computer you carry with you at all times but I’m sure everyone knew shit was getting serious, right? And I had very distant relatives back then who persevered. In fact everyone alive today is made of the people who survived those times. And I want to think I have the same enduring will to live. Maybe my great great (great x100) grandparents somehow gifted me their fortitude. I want to think these incendiary times are just the extreme edge of a pendulum that will eventually reach it’s apex and start swinging the other way. Despite all the absolute suck I still do think there’s things worth fighting for.

I just returned from Greece yesterday and can’t wait to share all the travel tips I learned along the way. Additionally, today marks exactly one week until I leave Budapest. I’ve written my thoughts on leaving but its probably the most sentimental thing I’ve ever written so maybe I won’t share it here. 

I plan on expanding this blog when I return to New York so please stick with me. I might not be galavanting to a different European city every week but I am sure that I’ll still have adventures that are worth sharing. 

Check out my instagram here for even more musings.

Cream Tea for 3, Please

When I was 14 I got a book for my birthday I think from a distant family member that was titled 1001 places to go before you die. I spent a full year flipping through the book taking notes in my Lisa Frank bright purple notebook. I finally narrowed down about 50 cities around the world and titled the list “Places To Go”. I think my teenage self would be pretty impressed with how many places I’ve been able to cross off that list. And how many places I’ve added. Some of the cities or attractions that I had initially added felt so out of reach that I think I simply added them to have a long list. As I sat in my tiny bedroom in Knoxville, Tennessee on Harry Potter sheets listening to my desktop PC whirring from The Sims running too long, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how I would actually travel all over the world. One of the places I had written down was The Cotswolds. The pictures of bright floral vines twisting up sandy brown stone cottages appealed to me but how would I even get there? Fate and practicality aligned in late May when I paid my friend Alex a visit.

Alex lives right outside of Cardiff in Wales. I planned to fly into London and then take a coach bus to Chepstow and stay at Alex’s parents for the night. Then, the next day we would go to Cardiff. Without knowing my childhood goals, Alex had planned a scenic day exploring the Cotswolds in between seeing Chepstow and Cardiff. 

I made a few missteps on this trip but after kicking myself for not anticipating everything that happened I just shrugged and thanked past me for having the money in my account.

I flew into Stansted which was cheaper on paper but in reality it was hell. If you are planning to fly into Stansted you should anticipate the 30 pound round trip train ticket required to get into Central London. Additionally it wasn’t running on Sunday causing me to almost miss my flight. I honestly would have rather missed my flight than shell out the 150 pound taxi fare that I had to pay when I realized any public transit alternative would get me to the airport a full hour after my gate closed but more on that later. 

I arrived in London bright and early with plenty of time to make it to my 11:45am bus to Chepstow. After wandering a bit and getting a coffee I boarded the completely sold out bus ( but not before taking 500 pictures of double decker buses and taxis  for my class. I swear I’m not that big of a tourist! I just have 18 car obsessed four and five year olds waiting for these pictures back in Hungary!). 

The bus was completely full due to a music festival in Chepstow. I bonded with my 75 year old seat mate, who showed me 500 pictures of her King Charles Spaniel, over how raucous all the festival goers on the bus were. I was lucky that Alex had bought my ticket for me ahead of time. There were quite a few people who had planned to purchase the ticket from the driver and were turned away due to everything being sold out. The bus left from Victoria Coach Station and serves all of The U.K.- an excellent way to get around without the hassle of a rental car! 

After bouncing through London traffic, I watched the views outside my window got greener and more hilly.

Chepstow

After a two and a half hour ride, I arrived in Chepstow. Alex drove me to his parents house where we dropped my stuff and headed out to Tintern. The village of Tintern is home to a beautiful but completely stripped abbey. King Henry the 8th dissolved monasteries of their money and assets when he was in the process of splitting away and forming The Church of England. This abbey, while still standing, was one of King Henry’s victims. 

Across the field from the abbey was The Anchor Inn, a pub and restaurant with lots of picnic tables outside. While part of it was renovated and had been built on to, I was glad to see that most of the pub seemed to be untouched from its original days when it served as an inn. The entrance in particular was small and made of stone with large dark beams making up a perilously low ceiling.

We walked along some footpaths passing houses with chickens and free egg boxes. It was super green and lush and instilled a sense of peace and tranquility that the busy morning of travel had brought. 

The Netflix show Sex Education was filmed there as well and it was fun to see recognizable buildings. 

After we had a cider at the pub, we headed into Chepstow where we walked around downtown. I met Alex when he was 18 so it was fun to imagine him as a teenager walking around the town square.

The Cotswolds

The Cotswolds is the kind of place people think of when they hear English countryside. Its the type of charming you’d find immortalized in a little Christmas miniature village or a Thomas Kinkade painting. After driving from Chepstow to Stow on the Wold it was easy to understand why the rolling hills and meadows of The Cotswolds were designated an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. This designation ensures that the natural beauty is conserved. After walking around an art fair and buying a bag with mushrooms all over it that Alex called foul we stopped in a tiny pub for lunch. There were plenty of authentic looking pubs to choose from and all seemed to be teeming with locals and tourists alike trying to take in the unusually sunny day. After we ate fish and chips and downed more cider, we walked around a bit more taking some pictures. We stopped and wandered the grounds of a medieval church called St. Edwards. Two ancient yew trees have grown over the north entrance of the church giving an eerie and abandoned look despite the fact that the church is still in operation. 

From Stow in the Wold we drove to Bourton on the Water, another idyllic little town teeming with photo opportunities and tourists. We sat admiring the waterways and low bridges used to traverse the town. After admiring the cottages and wandering in and out of a few shops we stopped for tea. I was tired from all the walking and honestly was thinking of getting a cup of coffee while Alex and Isaac had tea but on the suggestion, I was given a look that inferred I might be tarred and feathered and thrown out of town so I agreed to just get what everyone else was getting. I’m not normally big on dairy products. Maybe its PTSD from being forced to drink milk with every lunch at school but since plant based milk has become more readily available I don’t really consume it all that much ( I do however eat a full block of cheese once a day but thats different!). Needless to say I wasn’t bouncing with excitement when Alex ordered three cream teas. Cream tea, I learned, is a form of afternoon tea that comes with tea, a scone, and clotted cream. It was well-worth the slight stomach ache I endured after. 

That night we had dinner and went out in Cardiff. The crowd was mostly university students. I really felt my age as we walked down the street watching the chaos of a night out ensue.

We had a few cocktails at a bar and went back to Isaac’s house. 

The next morning on the way to my coach, we walked through Cardiff Castle’s grounds and a beautiful well- manicured park. 

I wish I could say my journey back was calm and was a great bookend to the trip but it was honestly bad luck personified.The M4 was closed causing my bus to arrive in London an hour later than usual. Then, I found out the train back to Stansted was not running and was replaced with a bus. The usual 45 minute train ride was supposed to take 2 hours on the bus. In a state of panic I went up to a London Underground employee and asked what I should do. After helping me map out all possible ways to get to Stansted she looked at me a bit sympathetically and said “You really should just take a taxi.”

I wanted to say, “Who the fuck can afford a taxi from Central London to Stansted?!” but instead I said, “What a great idea thanks!” and walked away. I decided I would take the subway as close as I could get to Stansted and then get off and take a taxi. The taxi was still insanely expensive but was far less than if I had taken it from Victoria Station. 

I arrived at the airport 30 minutes before my gate was set to close. I wasn’t able to get my boarding pass online. For some reason I had to check-in in person. After spending 20 minutes in the line to get my boarding pass I got to the security line and ended up pretending my mom was waiting for me at the front of the line to get through faster. I made it right as they were boarding the last people. I feel like I very much deserved the $8 Heineken I purchased on the flight. 

Visiting Alex was long overdue. He had traveled to New York a lot over the years and had always made time to see me. He even visited me in Budapest in February so I knew I had to visit him before going back overseas. It never felt like an obligation, though. The thing about this trip is there wasn’t a big tourist attraction to see. It’s hard to differentiate the top things to do and see in the three places I went because it felt like our time just naturally flowed from one activity to the next. 

My advice to people who are wanting to explore and get to know this region is to rent a car and very loosely plan out your days. Plan where you’ll be staying at night and leisurely make your way there, letting the days naturally unfold. Just know that going to a rustic, pastoral little village might be the activity for the day. Going to the pub in town and carrying your cider from the bar to the table outside might be the most active you get. People watching at a cafe with a steaming cup of tea in your hand might be the most social interaction you have. But honestly thats what I needed. 

Have you ever gone to any of these places? Comment below with any tips or tricks!

You can check out some photos of my trip below or check out my instagram for my continued adventures and missteps

Venturing Outside of Budapest

For such a small country ( only 10 million citizens) Hungary boasts a vastly different terrain from North to South. Honestly before moving here I couldn’t tell you any Hungarian city other than Budapest and I didn’t have a huge amount of interest in venturing to the far reaches of the country. I think, especially for Americans, the concept of having a train system that can carry you to another country in mere hours seems like such a novelty. I grew up in Tennessee where the nearest country was either a 17 hour drive north or a 20 hour drive south. Not really realistic. I was giddy at the idea of getting on a train in Hungary and in as little as 2 hours debarking in another country. ANOTHER COUNTRY. What a novelty. It felt like I suddenly knew how to do a fun little party trick that could spellbound anyone who watched. After I had settled in and started feeling like Budapest was my home, I realized that I was doing myself a disservice by only traveling to other countries. The little bit of Hungary I had seen was gorgeous and I made a goal to see more of the country where I lived. 

So where did I go? Thanks for asking!

Etyek– 30 km from Budapest

I found myself feeling a bit stir crazy in early March so two friends and I split a taxi from Kelenfold Train station. Splitting the 30 minute taxi ride 3 ways was much more attractive than the hour long bus ride but if you choose to go on your own there are lots of options! We went right as the wineries were opening for the season in early March so it was very quiet. Despite this, we passed a few different groups who had also braved the cold. Tours can be booked that leave from Budapest’s city center and take you to all the wineries. 

Apart from the many wonderful wineries and beautiful views, there are lots of places to enjoy the local food. A great place to start if you are going on your own is Ujhegy tca. Many cellars and restaurants line this street. My personal favorites were Mestersonka and Etyeki Sajtutallomas. Both unique eateries with an atmosphere that screams Eastern European, service that makes you feel like you’re a personal guest of the owners, and food that left me rolling out of Etyek wishing I could somehow grow another stomach. 

Etyek comes alive in the warm season with festivals so be sure you look on the calendar to see what’s happening while you’re there. The wine and food will be well worth the trek. 

Eger– 130 km from Budapest

I went to Eger on a little solo trip to celebrate my birthday. A 2 hour train ride from Budapest, I knew Eger would not disappoint with its promise of lots of wine and history. In the center of the city sits quite a few historical sights that are all within walking distance of each other. I suggest starting the day in Dobo Istvan Ter, a beautiful square with fountains, statues and cafés with outdoor seating. Then head up to the Castle of Eger. The Eger Castle was the most enjoyable and informative of the places I visited. Sitting on top of a hill and offering beautiful views of the city, the Castle grounds offer a museum, reenactments, and a well-preserved look at what life looked like in the 1500’s- before and after the Turkish invasion. From the Castle you can walk up the Eger Minaret, a former mosque tower. A day in Eger wouldn’t be complete without a visit to Gal Tibor Cellars. You can pre book a tasting or just reserve a table and drink through their “by the glass” menu. Either way, a sampling of the Bikaver (or Bulls Blood) is necessary. Local stories claim that when the Ottoman empire attacked Eger the first time in 1552, Hungarian soldiers were seen drinking something so deeply red it couldn’t possibly be wine. It must be bulls blood. The “bulls blood” helped fortify the soldiers and defeat the Turks. A short half hour walk or 15 minute cab ride is Szépasszony-völgy, or The Valley of Beautiful Women. This little valley is home to over 20 wine cellars. Small and kitschy, I found the area to be charming and approachable. Tours of the valley are available to book. 

Lake Balaton– 90 to 200km from Budapest 

Located in the middle of Hungary sits Lake Balaton, the longest lake in Central Europe. There are many little towns around the border, all with unique offerings. The North is more characterized by mountains and its wine region while the flat Southern region is more known for its resorts and parties. I went on a day trip to Balaton Racs. I love swimming. There’s a really wonderful specific kind of peace I get when swimming and just existing near a body of water. So I would have been perfectly content just floating in the water for hours. The paddle boats, souvenir shops, and restaurants all felt like extra after spending the afternoon by the water. The area I went to was quiet and chill but I learned that a calm day was completely out of character for the area. A day trip was actually a necessity as all the hotels and Air BNBs were completely booked by the time I decided to make my trip. Some of the beaches located around Balaton are “private” in the sense you have to pay but it is well worth it as the beaches are well-maintained. 

Normafa– 7 km from Szell Kalman Ter metro stop

While not technically a town, Normafa is a popular tourist site in the hills of Buda. With lots of hiking and panoramic views, there is something to do in Normafa for any season. There are public grills, hiking trails, and large fields littered with picnic tables. Depending on the season little cafes can be found in certain parts as well. I went to celebrate a friend’s birthday party in November. We built a fire and kept it going with wood we (not me the Hungarians who attended the party) chopped. I took the tram to Szell Kalman Ter and then took a bus up the hill from there. The bus ride was about a half hour long and can be used with your public transit BKK or Budapest Card. The most “instagrammable” spot in the park is the Elizabeth Tower that offers a panoramic view of Buda from a  white stone tower. 

Normafa is unique in that it perfectly encapsulates the Eastern European landscape. Wild and slightly untamable but begging for you to explore it. If you are only in Budapest for a few days but want to get an idea of what the Hungarian countryside looks like, Normafa is a happy medium. 

Esztergom– 45 km from Budapest

According to my nail stylist, Esztergom is the most beautiful city in Hungary and I would be what roughly translated as ‘shitting my time here’ if I didn’t go. She encouraged me to forgo a trip to Gyor and instead go to Esztergom. I’m glad I decided not to ‘shit my time in Hungary’ and go. I took the train up around 11am and arrived just in time to have lunch. I walked to Széchényi tér where I had lunch at a wine bar and admired the town hall. After lunch I walked up the long and winding hill to the Basilica, the tallest building in the country. A massive building that looms over the city, the Basilica was built between 1822 and 1869. It has hints of everything from Neoclassical architecture to a deep crypt that feels more like Ancient Egypt than a religious building in Hungary. The Basilica’s grounds are picturesque with large statues and foot paths encircling the building. Next, I walked through the town and up another hill to see Szenttamás. Slovakia can be seen from this scenic village as it is located right across the Danube. Walking along the right side of the Danube in Víziváros, or ‘Water town’ is a great way to get a peek at the neighboring country. This neighborhood, which has heavy Turkish influences, also is home to Erzebet Park where you can find a preserved part of the old city walls with an Arabic inscription that applauds the Turkish victory in 1543. 

While I only mentioned the Hungarian towns I visited, there were far more I wanted to visit and just simply did not have the time. I felt a bit of guilt at one point thinking that I should have used my weekends more to my advantage. Instead of spending my weekends laying on the couch recovering from teaching I should have spent my time exploring Hungary. I spent most of my weekends falling in love with Budapest so I can’t mourn my lost adventures too much. 

If you have any Hungarian towns to add, comment below! My time in Hungary is drawing to a close and I have so much I want to say before leaving so make sure you turn on notifications. And check out a few pictures of my adventures from this article below.