Why B is the Best Letter Ever

beer for breakfast
budapest bumblefuck (aka orientation)
bomb ass burritos
the Blue Baron (Big B.) our new hooka
beautiful Szimpla bar
irish beezies
subway bitches
black french funk brother wearing 2 belts
bedtime hooka sesh
aaaaand our discovery of Bushdoctor, one block away from our house


Well that was my day yesterday... Szimpla was the coolest place I have ever been to. It's this giant bar that is basically a courtyard in a cool old building with all these different rooms, plants, art everywhere, a huge movie projector outside, colorful lights, at least four bars.... basically it would be pretentious as shit if it was in America, but it wasn't, it was really awesome. Ran into drunk Irish beezies on the way home who were so relieved to find people who spoke "proper english", and talked shit on Romanians and Budapest being poor and having too many homeless people (hopefully they never go to San Francisco, I think I've only seen about two homeless people this whole time). We also discovered a shop called Bushdoctor right around the corner from our house, which is incredible news seeing as we were resigned to the idea of never smoking weed this whole trip. You can go to jail for smoking a joint. That place definitely knows what's up.

Today we had our second Hungarian lesson, and I'm actually pretty excited to learn this absurd and unique language. It is completely unrelated to any other language in the world, and the 44 letter alphabet is a little overwhelming. Because so many of the letters make different sounds than you would ever guess (S makes "sh" but Sz makes "s", Gy makes "d", J makes "y", etc) it takes us longer than a kindergartener to sound out words, but every letter always makes the same sound no matter what word it's in. But our professor is really hilarious. Carolina and I stumbled into some sort of weird dungeons and dragons-y cave bar place filled with weirdos playing Magic, drinking beer, and listening to metal, and tested out our skills on the crazy hippie bartender who certainly appreciated the effort but understood little of what we said. Also, this freaky "bar" connected through dungeony passageways to Bushdoctor. So we've gotta get to be regulars.

We bought a beautiful huge hooka with four hoses and named it the Blue Baron, so every night we come back and just sit around and smoke it. Very relaxing.

Also, our mentors at the USF program took us to a nice bar/restaurant on Margit Island in the Duna River, and paid for our expensive drinks and fancy appetizers, which led to the nicest bottle of wine I've ever tasted. It was complimentary since the server couldn't get our drink orders right for the life of him (I was served a mojito, and upon telling him I had ordered the Soco mojito, which has NONE of the same ingredients, and pointed at it on the menu, he came back with a shot of Southern Comfort and told me to pour it into the mojito.... uh, whatever).

Anyways, I'm going to go read Kafka on the Shore--which is an amazing book--and tomorrow my mentor Dory is taking us "sightseeing" around the city, including Buda castle.