Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Week of Pecs

Saturday, September 8th, 2012                                                    4:00PM

This week has gone by at quite an odd pace - there have been days of doing nothing but writing emails and days of walking all over the city. So far I have not been able to attend a class which is fairly frustrating, but I am at least in the process of getting registered for classes. I have until the 19th of this month to get all of my classes cemented down, but I would like to get going on the whole studying part of my semester of studying abroad.

Monday, all of the ERASMUS/Exchange students had Orientation. We had to walk in a mass group formation of about 100 people from the Boszorkany Dorm to the Faculty of Business and Economics which is about a 30-40 minute trip. This was one of those times that I was glad I was not a Business major. We all filed into this huge room with tapestries hanging everywhere and beautiful parquet floors. Later on we were told by the dean that apparently this is where the Business School's graduation is held every year.


We weren't given very much information, but were told to follow our respective coordinators to receive the rest of our Orientation from our actual faculties. However, the exchange students were asked to stay behind and meet with Czeh Gabor - the exchange program coordinator. He was very nice, but was definitely in a hurry to get us all taken care of. We each got our EHA codes for accessing the internet as well as supposedly registering for classes. I met the rest of the American students as well as the four Canadians and the three Japanese girls. Once we had everything taken care of, we followed our coordinator to the university library (about another 10 minutes East) where we were supposedly supposed to eat lunch and have a tour. Lunch was very meaty so I steered clear of that and just grabbed a bottle of Fanta. The actual tour was a waste of time as the head librarian's English was extremely limited at best and very quiet, and all the other students were talking over her so no one could hear a word of what she was saying. But the library had this really cool area where the ceiling was like this oyster-shaped dome and everything echoed. It made me a bit claustrophobic after a few minutes, but it was really fascinating!


We finished our rather non-existent tour and followed our coordinator, Reka, back towards Szechenyi Ter and the center of the city. By this time, everyone wanted to go back to the dorm - we were frying in the heat and having already walked a solid hour and a half we had had enough. It was a gorgeous day besides the heat though - no clouds and a solid expanse of turquoise blue sky. Reka took us down a street to go to a currency exchange booth. Lots of people wanted to exchange their money so we waited another 20 minutes. I talked with some of the Italian girls and their Hungarian mentors for most of it. Lots of them were from Venice - another place I really want to visit! (maybe not this trip, but still)

After everyone finally finished exchanging their money, we walked the rest of the way to the Faculty of Humanities. It is fairly close to Boszorkany dorm, but is on the complete opposite side of the city from the library. The building is very pretty as well even though the grass is dead from the lack of rain. We spent the next hour in a semi-air-conditioned room filling out more paperwork and then FINALLY were able to return to our dorm. We had a few problems figuring out which road we needed to get to Boszorkany but we got it eventually.

Tuesday, I spent almost the entirety of the day inside, sending emails back and forth to Reka, Gabor, and my coordinators back at Naz. I had some growing frustrations at not knowing what I was expected to do about classes and papers for the Immigration Office.

Wednesday, I had finally heard back from Reka and had been told to go see her at 12PM in her office. I made the short walk to the Humanities school and immediately met all the other ERASMUS/Exchange students gathered outside the building. Apparently they were all waiting for Reka as well, so I decided to wait there instead of going to her office. When she came out, she was carrying some of the completed gradebooks that we need to get a student ID and obtain a residency permit from the Immigration Office. Mine was not complete as I had not been told to bring a photo with me (grr). So I waited until she had finished handing them out and then tried to approach her. Apparently she was taking the students over to the Student Office to show us where to get our student IDs, and that I should come to her office at 3. Making sure I had understood her I asked again and then she told me to come before 3 because the office was closed at 3...I decided I would just follow her with the other students and figure it out when she came back with us. So we walked and walked and walked and walked and after about 40 minutes we reached the Student Office. We all went in to get the lay of the land and figure out where we were supposed to go for IDs when we had everything completed, and then Reka came back saying that unfortunately they weren't even doing the student IDs today and so the walk here had been fairly pointless for most of us...Grumbling we all walked the entire way back to the Humanities school where I decided to go to her office and wait until she could see me. After about 1.5 hours of waiting it was 3 o'clock and she had to leave - calling back at me that I should write her an email and ask my questions there...Apparently this is her first time doing this job as she just took over from the previous coordinator. Lovely.

Thursday was more of the same - writing emails and feeling frustrated. I did however go to the ERASMUS/Exchange Program Flag Party/Welcome Night. It was a mixed night, as the presentation was terribly boring and the presenters did not know how to run their presentation properly. But I got to meet more students from all over and I had some really good champagne! I even got my flag painted on my cheek - it looked a little interesting, but it was much better than the other American student I saw who had his put on backwards. I left early on with my roommate Chiara and we headed back to the dorm.

Yesterday (Friday), I decided that stressing out about my classes and registration and such wasn't helping me headache-wise so I went out and did some sightseeing. Chiara came with me and we went to the Barbican and the old city wall ruins, the Basilica of St. Peter and Paul at Dom Ter, and we finally looked inside the Mosque Church at Szechenyi Ter. They were all fascinating and I have pictures posted up on Facebook under "Hungarian Adventures" on my profile page. I also went out last night with a group of friends to eat Hungarian goulash at this restaurant called the Cellarium. It's an old wine cellar/storage building that goes underground and you eat in the former wine refinery. I had a small helping just to taste it - there was a lot of meat that I would've had to eat around. So instead I ordered some baked Camembert squares with kroketten (basically fried potatoes that look like mini mozzarella sticks) and blueberry marmalade. It was really good - especially the cheese!


Today, I did laundry for the first time here. Too bad the dryer doesn't work, so Chiara and I have hung our damp clothes all over the room. Ah well, at least we have clean wet clothes instead of stinky dry ones. I am hoping either today or tomorrow I'll visit the Botanical Gardens and the All Saints' Church for further sightseeing and destressing after a frustrating but wonderful first week. 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Mission WiFi

Sunday Sept. 2nd, 2012                                  about 1:30 PM
@ Boszorkany Dorm - Room #211B

My excuse for not writing yesterday is that it was a fairly chaotic for the entirety of the day - I made some new friends, found WiFi (what a relief!), and successfully navigated my way to the city center and back in the dark. All in all a pretty full day! 

Catching up since I last wrote, Friday afternoon I decided to use my guidebook to navigate my way down into the city in search of WiFi and a currency exchange booth. It was a bit frustrating and at points tricky as the map in the guidebook I was using only covered the city center and I was coming from the outskirts. But I sort of followed the general flow of people and struck out down the hill, going left when in doubt. I did find that I appeared to be going in the right direction, as there were now restaurants on the guidebook map that were appearing in the right order.

I found a sidewalk map of the city, but since streets have a habit of going unnamed here that didn't help much. Fortunately, there was a man with a camera that I decided must be another tourist so I asked him firstly if he spoke English (thankfully he did) and if he knew which direction Szechenyi Ter (the main square of the medieval part of the city) was in. He pointed me in the right direction and I walked down the street, a bit awestruck by how beautiful the city turned out to be. So many fountains and colorfully painted houses, cobblestone streets and courtyard gardens, mosques and churches and everything in between! As it is the fifth largest city in Hungary I should have expected it to be larger than I thought it initially was. But for all of its immensity it is relatively quiet - even though the drivers here are just as crazy as the taxis in NYC and make use of every square inch of the narrow streets, including the sidewalk at points.


First things first, I needed to find the exchange place listed in my guidebook. Luckily for me it wasn't too far away from Szechenyi Ter. Unluckily though it looked like it had been closed down for quite some time and wasn't going to be helpful to me in the slightest. So, I returned back to the main square to reconnoiter. I decided to go back down the road I had come from because I had seen a small exchange booth back by the sidewalk map, but had ignored it as I was sure that the one described in the book would have a better rate and would be more trustworthy.

I found it again without too much trouble and quickly exchanged my dollars for forints (pronounced for-eent) so I could attempt to find one of the internet cafes I had seen in my guidebook. None of them actually turned out to exist, but despite my growing frustration I got to see a good portion of the old city. Even through my haze of desperation it was gorgeous. I went back to Szechenyi Ter after deciding that it wasn't worth getting heat stroke to find a WiFi signal. There are three main fountains scattered around the square there and I had noticed lots of children running around in them, so I decided to follow suit and put my feet in. Ah! Sweet relief! So nice and cold and soothing. It cooled my internal inferno down to a slow sizzle - I would have jumped in and taken a bath but I came to the conclusion that that might have crossed a few lines so I thought better of it. Upon cooling down, I decided to head back to the dorm as I had no idea where WiFi was to be found as it was not publicly advertised in any way.

On my way back to Boszorkany, I decided to use a different route that I had seen that seemed shorter than my previous winding one entering the city. It was definitely shorter, but there was plenty of construction on both the road and sidewalk. There were even a few points that the pavement simply fell away and there was a gaping hole down to the plumbing! As I was walking along the precarious sidewalk area I managed to snap my flip flop, completely severing the plastic part that holds the shoe together. This day just kept getting better and better! At that point though I thought screw it and I walked barefoot for the rest of my journey up that road and up the hill to the access point I'd used from the dorm to the road. It was basically a park with a pool and a food stand that I'd previously seen from my window. I hobbled over to the food stand and asked if they spoke English ("BeszĂ©l angolul?"), which one of them thankfully did, and got two water bottles and an order of french fries. I must have looked like quite a state at this point with only one shoe, sweat dripping down my body, and panting from hiking back up the hill. That, and like a dope I had not had anything to drink since noon; so, as it was going on 5:30PM and as it had been about 90° F all day, I was definitely dehydrated. 

I drank both waters in less than 3 minutes so I definitely needed it. But as I felt much better after that, I decided to go back to my room and eat my wonderful dinner of french fries in peace and quiet. Another interesting thing I've learned since coming here is that a lot of Hungarians prefer eating their fries with mayonnaise versus ketchup. They do have ketchup though, unlike France. After devouring the french fries I ate the last of my peanut butter M&Ms and decided to hit the hay even though it was only 7:30PM. 

Saturday morning I awoke to the sound of pounding on my door. It made things interesting as I was practically in my underwear and was running around frantically finding clothes to throw on to answer the door, still coming out of my sleep. When I went to open the door, I expected to see my roommate or even my next-door neighbor. But instead it was this big burly Hungarian man who told me in broken English that I must come downstairs in the next 30 minutes with my papers to formally check in to the dorm. I just nodded at him, as I was half-asleep and rather shocked to see him, and he lumbered off down the hallway. 

When I did actually go downstairs to the ground floor 0 (another small difference - they start their floor numbers with 0 and -1 is the basement) there was a huge crowd gathered stretching out the door. Sooo many people!! Definitely a bit of a jump to go from 2 people on my floor to 100+ people all over the place. I saw Gabby - the platinum blonde girl I had talked to Friday - and made my way over the sea of people to ask what I was supposed to do now. She looked very surprised to see me there, and immediately told me that I should come back at 3:00PM because that's when all the ERASMUS/Exchange students would be meeting for a dormitory orientation. And she also told me that if any strange man came up to my room again I should tell him: "F*#! off! I don't need this!" and close the door. 

Well I went back upstairs to my room still wondering what was going on and half expecting the big Hungarian man to come up to my door again and ask me why I had not gone down like he told me to. For about an hour nothing happened; and then another knock came on the door which scared the bejeezus out of me again. Dreading that it was the Hungarian guy, I cautiously opened the door...and thank goodness - it was a girl! Apparently she had left her suitcase and bags in the other room in my suite on Friday afternoon and had come back to get them so she could move into her actual dorm room down the hall. I was so happy to see a friendly face as clueless as I was, and I immediately decided we should be friends. Her name is Serena, she's from Sardinia in Italy and is working on her Masters degree in Education. I helped her with her bags and we eventually went to lunch at this cafe up the street from the dorm. Although the food wasn't particularly good (especially since there really wasn't a vegetarian option) it was wonderful to talk to someone again! Her English was pretty decent even though she kept insisting she was awful and we swapped summer stories back and forth. I tried this cauliflower casserole dish that unfortunately had beef in one of the layers, but was better than eating no lunch at all. I also learned that she loves food and has a weakness for chocolate - something we have in common. 

Around 2:30PM we headed back to the dorm to grab our documents and things for the meeting with Gabby. The meeting itself, while mainly just filling out forms, was very helpful and I got to meet lots of people from all over. There was a huge group of Italian students, but I also met 2 very friendly German girls, a guy from Turkey, and 3 girls from France. I also met three other students from the U.S. and apparently there's even more! The only other girl was from the Bronx and the two guys were from San Diego. I had the wonderful idea of asking them if they had had any luck finding WiFi, and lo and behold! they had found a signal in the McDonalds at Szechenyi Ter! Oh goodness I could've hugged them, but they seemed a bit too chill for me to grab them suddenly. I reported the good news to the ERASMUS students I'd just met, and after some deliberation decided that I should take them to the square. After we finished our room agreements, we were told to go wait in our rooms until Gabby came around to check over our rooms to see if there was anything missing. I agreed with all the girls that we would try and leave for the McDonalds around 7PM so it would be light when we were trying to find the square. 

Of course though things didn't go as smoothly as that. Gabby never came around to check my room, so I had to go find her which was no easy task. In trying to find her though I met a guy from Lithuania who was incredulous that an American not only knew where Lithuania was located, but even knew the capital city (Vilnius). I did eventually track her down, but she said to find her Sunday morning because she had just finished the first floor at 6:45 and didn't want to go right into the second floor. Upon hearing that, I immediately went to the meeting place the other girls and I had staked out and of course none of them were ready to go. By the time everyone had made sure their rooms were locked and they had all the things they needed with them, it was about 7:30/7:45 and the sun was close to setting. I remembered the way to the square though, and we quickly found the McDonalds. 



After a quick bite to eat, I finally got to use the internet! I saw I had several emails from my mom and the school, wondering how I was doing and if I had arrived safely. And checking facebook was so nice! I finally got to make sure my mom, my dad, and my sister were okay, and it was wonderfully reassuring to see all the messages I'd received from my friends and family wishing me a wonderful trip. I wrote back to my family to tell them that I hadn't had internet until now, but I would love to skype at some point Sunday night if any of them were able to. 

The walk back to the dorm was so nice. All of Szechenyi Ter was lit up, and there was a man out on the street playing the accordion. Lots of people sitting by the fountains eating ice cream and gelato, and further along a gypsy fiddle player was cranking out tunes for the children parading and dancing around him. I felt eons better having been able to tell my family I was okay and had made it here in one piece. I didn't feel quite so good after walking back up the hill to the dorm, but I fell asleep pretty quickly after saying goodnight to my new friends. 


This morning I went to find Gabby again and didn't have quite as much trouble tracking her down - definitely a plus! But when I told her what room I was in there were definite problems. Apparently the check-in girl I mentioned in my previous entry had given me a room that was already full for the semester. So I needed to change to a different room...okaaaaay. Good to know that now. But Gabby just ran down the list and gave me a new room and even picked out a roommate for me! I asked where she was, and apparently she was right behind me! Her name is Chiara and she's from a small town in Austria close to Vienna. She is a business management major, she has two sisters that are twins, and she loves Harry Potter. She knows where Rochester, NY is and she worships Nutella. All of that and she is very nice! 

The only not so nice part of all of this has been schlepping all my stuff down the hall to my new room and getting my suitcase packed and unpacked for the second time. While doing all of this I also got to meet my former next-door neighbor. He's Hungarian and his name is Alex, he loves rock/metal, and he used to play American football but he had a bad car accident and injured his spine and his head so he can't be on the team anymore. He even decided to give me an awkward tour of his room in his very broken English and told me to ask him if I needed anything. 

But for right now, I'm all re-settled in and waiting for Chiara and her mother to come back from their lunch, as they've offered to take me to Tesco at 2PM. With any luck I'll get cooking materials, flip flops, and maybe even some shorts since it's soooo hot out!  :)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Destination: Pecs

 Friday August 31st, 2012                                                                               about 2:00 PM
@ Boszorkany Dormitory, University of Pecs, Hungary – rm. 206B

 
Well it has been a veritable roller coaster of ups and downs in the past twenty hours. First of all, the internet does NOT work unless you have a username and password - neither of which any of us students will have until Monday at orientation. There were some definite waterworks over this unforeseen development, as I had promised my mom, my dad, and my little sister that I would email/Skype them when I arrived here in Pecs. 

But to fully catch up since yesterday, we must return to Brussels. It turns out I should have been more worried about missing the plane, and less so about Hungarian Customs. I very nearly could have spent another 7.5 hours in the Brussels Airport waiting for the next flight to Budapest. Thank goodness I could actually understand all three departure announcements by the time I left yesterday! I heard the first one (in German) come over the loud speaker and say that the Budapest plane was leaving and any passengers should come quickly to the gate. My initial reaction was shock - but I'm still waiting at the gate! How could it be closing if no one is here?! So I grabbed my backpack and sprinted off to the nearest gate with an actual person in it and asked which gate the Budapest flight was leaving from. Apparently they'd switched it on me, and as my flight was 30 minutes early and they didn't announce it over the loud speaker, I had missed the board change. I asked if he could tell them to hold the gate for one more minute - and I turned and ran towards the other end of the B wing. Not the best way to start off a relationship with my seat buddy or the rest of my flight I kept thinking to myself. I pelted down the stairs to get to gate 36 and as I rounded the corner I heard the guy at the desk yell at me "Bradley? Bradley?" Oh crap. Did they already leave? "Yes that's me! Is the plane still here?" I rushed over and handed him my boarding pass and noticed that there was a bus outside the window not a plane. He just nodded and gave me back my ticket, and gestured to go out the door. My problem was actually finding the door which was made of the same glass as the window so I couldn't tell which one was which. He had to come over and help me, and to make it all even more peachy everyone on the bus was staring at me trying to walk into the wrong solid pane of glass. It made me remember back to my first day of 6th grade when I couldn't find my bus and I held up the entire line of buses for about 10 minutes. I had to walk all the way down to the front of the lineup and everyone was staring at me. Not a pleasant way to start off at a new school....ANYWAYS

I finally got out the door and on to the bus, and despite a few more glances in my direction nobody spoke to me. Ah well. The important thing is that I made it on the plane! The bus ride to the plane took about 2 minutes, in which time I almost fell on a small child as I had no handles to grab onto for support as we went around a few sharp turns. The nice thing about the plane ride though was that I didn't have a seat buddy at all and I even had a window seat for the second time! I promptly fell asleep once we were in the air, and didn't wake up until we started making our slow decent into the airport. But as we came down I was able to gaze out the window. Wow! It was so fascinating the difference between the landscape of Brussels and Belgium and that of Budapest and Hungary. Brussels was neat, orderly and flat with lots of greenery, whereas the land surrounding the Budapest airport was like a wild patchwork quilt with hills everywhere and the Danube River snaking through like a shining silver thread. Needless to say it was absolutely breathtaking. Again I was stupid enough not to have my camera out but I didn't want to miss anything. Just to give you an idea though, I have an image from google that doesn't do it justice, but is better than nothing.

                                             http://www.panoramio.com/photo/7350855


I even saw Budapest from my window! It was crazy - I even recognized it before the other people on the plane. Must be from all those guidebooks I read. The descent was still a bit too slow for my taste, but was slightly less painful...I'm still not quite sure why. I was surprised by how small the airport was though. For how large the city of Budapest is, I was expecting something around the size of Newark/Brussels, but it might even be smaller than the Rochester airport! The only baggage claim carousels for the wing were in one room and were probably half as wide as those I've seen in the States. 

I found my luggage with no problems, all intact and ready to go. Another shocker was the fact there were no Customs whatsoever in the airport. I just went out the door to the waiting area by the gate, and found my minibus driver. He was very friendly, but his English was pretty poor so after I told him who I was we just sort of stood there for a while, smiling at each other. Then he told me to come with him and grabbed my suitcase - apparently that's a thing here. If there's a guy around he's the one carrying the bags, not the women. Despite my views on the matter, I decided not to offend him and just followed behind. We went to the other wing and found three other people who were using the transit service as well. Then we went back to to the other wing and he asked one of the girls to translate for him so I knew what was going on. Apparently we were waiting for one more person coming in from Oslo so we couldn't leave just yet, but he wanted us to put our luggage in the van. Sounded good, so out we went with him still pulling my suitcase. For all the airport being relatively tiny, the parking lot was fairly lengthy and we had to walk from one end to the other to get to the van. And as I had packed and dressed for fall weather, making the trek in a sweatshirt and jeans in direct sunlight and in approx. 90°F was no picnic. We finally made it to the van and threw everyone's stuff inside, which was not easy as the fun-sized minivan, as I will call it, had almost nothing in the way of trunk space. Then, after some hurried Hungarian and pointing at me, the girl who had translated before told me that the driver was going to go back and wait for the person arriving from Oslo, but that we could wait in the parking lot if we wanted. 

Everyone stayed behind, including me as I was in no hurry to walk all the way back to the waiting area inside. So I struck up a conversation with the two students who spoke English. Apparently the translator girl was originally from Pecs but was just coming home for the weekend and then would be traveling back to London where she works as an EMT/nurse. Getting that job is what apparently helped her to realize that she doesn't actually like people and should have gone into a less people-driven profession. The other one was Nick from Leeds, England, who had a lovely accent and was visiting his girlfriend in Pecs. He's currently in the midst of completely his Doctorate - in what though I can't remember. After getting to know each other and hear what I was doing, they took it upon themselves to tell me all about the health care problems in the U.K., and the terrible weather they'd been having, and how expensive living in London was, and the awful metro system, and basically everything negative I could possibly wish to know about London and the U.K. 

They were nice enough, but really all I wanted to do was just jump in the fun-sized minivan and get to Pecs. After almost an hour, the driver came back with the Norwegian girl who had just arrived out of Oslo and we got in and the air conditioning came on and all was right with the world. And then what should the driver do but pull right back up to the airport and get out. Apparently there was an elderly couple that was also coming with us and so we had to rearrange all of our luggage so theirs would fit and slide over and make room so they could sit. It was quite cramped after all of that, but as long as the air conditioning was on I was a happy camper. We finally drove out of the airport and the driver, as translated by the EMT girl, wanted to make a quick stop before we got to Pecs to use the bathroom and get gas. Everyone grumbled an okay and off we went. I tried in vain to stay awake, and I eventually passed out in the back - probably on the guy sitting next to me too. We did stop at a rest area and got out to use the bathroom. The area we were in was so dry the grass was completely dead, and I asked the driver via the EMT girl if they had had a hot summer. Well according to him it hasn't rained in 2 months so I'd say that's pretty hot. My situation was looking stickier and hotter than I had anticipated but at least I was in air conditioning for another hour. We drove in to Pecs and began dropping people off - the EMT girl was greeted by her mother and a cute little kitten which made me tear up a bit reminding me of my mom and my dog. 

I was the second to last to get out of the van, and at first I wasn't sure if he would be able to accept my debit card or not as my cash was only in dollars. Thankfully it eventually worked itself out and I said goodbye and thank you to him and went up the stairs to my new dorm. The check-in girl was not very pleasant and was definitely not amused by my clumsy attempt at Hungarian. I got my roomkey though and took the elevator up to my current abode: room #206B. Almost no one was in the dorm when I arrived though, and I had no roommate so there was no one to talk to. Deciding to venture downstairs again, I tried to ask the check-in girl if there was any internet available in the dorm. Apparently that was not the question to ask as she almost bit my head off. That's when I found out about the whole no internet until Monday thing.

There were some nice aspects to moving in though - I got to the dorm around sunset and the view from room is really beautiful. And I met the other person currently on my floor from across the hall. He didn't speak much English but he was much more friendly than the check-in girl downstairs. 

I didn't sleep well at all last night as the room was boiling and I was down with a bad case of homesickness and an actual cold. But today I asked the new check-in girl, Gabby, if there was a place that I might find internet and she suggested walking into the city and going to a cafe. So that's what I'll be doing in the next half an hour. Wish me luck!  :)

Getting There


Thursday August 30th, 2012                                  somewhere around 8:30 AM
@ Brussels Airport – while waiting for plane to Budapest

So bizarre and wonderful to be hearing airport departure announcements in three languages! (German, French, and British-accent English) The flight here arrived 30 minutes early and the 6.5 hour trip itself was fairly painless. Granted I didn’t eat much of anything for dinner, as it was chicken and mostly-cooked pasta with watery chickpea salad; so I was glad I had bought peanut butter M&Ms for snacking purposes before the flight. But on the bright side I finally watched The Hunger Games (which was fairly disturbing and at points terrifying, but good I suppose) and attempted a Bollywood movie (it became too much of a Spanish soap opera for me after about 20 minutes). I did try to sleep but it never worked out, probably due to a combination of nerves, discomfort, bouts of turbulence, and lingering fright from the movie.  Once I decided that sleep was not going to happen, I went back to movie watching, rapidly going through Juno, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Hangover before landing in Brussels.

As we were coming in for a landing, I thought we were about to fly right into a cornfield! Definitely a marked difference between arrival and departure views. I wish my camera had been more readily available – I had some fantastic views of NYC from my window seat! So instead of pulling out my camera I just glued myself to the window to make sure I could see every last inch of the city and wave goodbye. Also add into this mix the fact that the flight crew had decided to play a particularly corny cover of the Circle of Life from The Lion King (think synthesizer elevator music blended with rock ballad beats, which is then folded into the tempo of a slow waltz and you will sort of understand where I’m coming from) and that I was tearing up after my hurried goodbyes with my family, plus quietly cursing the fact that my camera was in the overhead compartment. I felt sorry for my seat buddy who must have thought I was a bit coo-coo. He was awfully nice though, even if he may have lingering questions about my sanity. He was a kindly middle-aged Indian man who later told me that he was on his way to visit his mother in Mumbai. Nothing else of note on the plane besides the plethora of Indian and Orthodox Jewish families on board. 

It always frustrates me how slow the decent of a plane is – it makes going down a whole lot more excruciating than it needs to be. My ears are still in the midst of popping – my right one keeps going in and out of being plugged. Although it probably doesn’t help that I have a cold and thus am already completely stuffed and plugged. Customs went smoothly enough and I met two American students on their way to Denmark for the semester.  The Brussels airport itself, despite its middle-of-nowhere location, is very nice! Clean and well-lit, lots of stores and friendly workers, and the bathrooms have nice smelling hand-soap. Everything is chrome and glass, which was a bit intimidating at first glance – very modern! Well all I have to do now is catch my connecting flight to Budapest and make it through Hungarian Customs and meet the minibus driver. Hopefully I’ll be on the plane in about an hour. I am so so so glad that I decided not to have a 10-hour layover in Brussels. Even though it is a nice and fancy airport, I know I have been here too long when all three announcements make the same amount of sense. 

                                      Looking out at the Brussels Airport