"Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own." - Mother Teresa

I am spending part of this week in Budapest, Hungary. I have no idea why, but I have always wanted to come here. John and I are even coming back in the spring for a weekend, a trip we had planned before I knew I was going to be here for work.

And it’s a good thing we’re coming back because work traveling during February doesn’t make for very exciting tourist activities. It’s dark, cold, and I have to work. Opposite of vacation.

Overall it has been fine, but yesterday I made an almost fatal mistake. We had sandwiches for lunch, and I thought they had been sitting out the rest of the afternoon. But when they came back out for snack time, I couldn’t resist their beckoning calls and ate one. It didn’t sit very well, and after that I was definitely not Hungary anymore.hehe