So I got to go with her to Budapest and stay with my step-aunt – who owns a children’s publishing company – and her bf, who publishes a hungarian language car magazine.

It was gorgeous, nice museums. I found out that I adore European cars and don’t mind being somewhere where I don’t speak the language.

Oh. and they have smoking in malls and airports.

I didn’t exactly check out the nightlife or anything, but it was enough different than other European cities that I had seen pictures of that just looking around was a good adventure.