POSTCARD FROM HUNGARY // vol. 5
A homecoming for the ages, and the big shift we're adjusting to now
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Hi friends,
We made it to Hungary, a long windy journey on cars and planes, via Frankfurt and Vienna. We speed away from three delicious days in Vienna with Peti, one of Andras’ oldest, dearest friends at the wheel, past Győr and Pannohalma with its grand Archabbey, past the Csesznek castle toward family, tradition, home.
On the other side of the castle, Peti pulls toward a favorite fruit stand. Without a word he leaps from the car, and sets to work securing the biggest Görögdinnye (watermelon), a massive 17 kilos (37.5 lbs), and every ounce full of juice. He slides it in the back of his trunk with our suitcases and backpacks, next to packages tied in brown paper and twine, treasures from Vienna—tokens for the final bedroom no one has slept in since before the Great War we’ll finish and dress with all the trappings on this trip.