Packing: Day Three

I cleaned my sink and shower drains tonight.

Tonight was disgusting.

Hopefully sweeping tomorrow goes much more nicely.

Packing: Day Two, Part Two

Unanswered questions: 

How much does my suitcase weigh?

Does the establishment I live in have brooms?

Seriously, how much does my suitcase weigh?

Why does the stopper on my sink suddenly not function?


Will Googling How much does my suitcase weigh give me an answer?
Nope.

How do I know all the words to "You're So Vain" even though I haven't heard all of it for at least three years?

Does anybody have a guess at how much my suitcase weighs?  Here, lift it.

Packing: Day Two, Part One

(Because there are gonna be more Parts. The day is young.)

The process is limping along. I just remembered that I have a drawer FILLED with crap and I'm really scared to open it and see what it contains.

I'm gonna do it. I'll be back.

...
Did it.  Totally not as scary as I thought it would be.  It has my dead computer cord, my contacts, a bunch of orientation stuff, MY CELL PHONE, and a bunch of odds and ends that will be thrown away within in the next three days.

I leave you with this accidentally-taken picture. This is not a day for glamour...or good hair.

Packing: Day One

...it's going sort of well.  I mean, it's going.  I need to do laundry before it goes any further.  And I need to throw things away.  And I need to eat a sandwich.  (Not necessarily in that order.)

Vlog Ten: The Promised Super-Special Hungarian Episode

Our pre-penultimate episode. 

Hungarian Picture Things

Warning: if you've browsed these on Facebook, the words won't tell you much that you didn't already know. But read 'em anyway. 

Hello, Budapest! 

Nyugati train station.

Parliament is behind me. 

And Parliament is behind me again! 

While strolling through the city, I found this building. It's a music school. I thought, Why not pop inside? 

...so I did and listened at doorways and concluded that it probably wasn't open for tourists. 

Hungarian State Opera House! 

Ticket to Verdi's Macbeth!  Cue joy. 

Wheeeeee! 

My shoes weren't totally right for the occasion.

The company. 

I look at  my pictures of the interior now and think, These all look totally the same. What was my deal? Thrill. THAT was my deal. 

Intermission.

People! 

On Wednesday, I got on a bus to the old section of the city. "Old" apparently means "Communistic." It was really interesting and a tiny bit terrifying. 

I found my way back to this. 

Tram schedule...map...thingamajig. 

Callas, a cafe right across the street from the opera house. I ate here before seeing....

...The Karamazovs! It was a ballet and it was gorgeous. 

Greetings again, house of opera (and other fine arts). 

 Stage! See this view? It was worth 4000 forints...or $17.00. God bless Hungary.

Reclining during intermission. (Those are indeed jeans I'm wearing. This is the last time I will ever not pack a dress.)

More people! 

The Budapest airport's surroundings. A teeeeeny bit intimidating. 

On the train back to Vaxjo, I found my sitting-in-vehicles soulmate. Honestly, look at his posture and tell me we're not meant to be.
...then I saw his wedding ring. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. 

Seriously?

How is this possible?! That is so soon!