Here's a few pictures for ya'll. Sorry they ended up in a strange order, and that I'm not blogger savvy enough to know how to put the captions under each individual picture. Yay for scrolling!

1. Blurry sunset picture from my apartment window. It is so much prettier in real life, and I get to see it every day! How lucky am I?

2. One of the many transportation choices in Budapest.

3. The Pest side of the Danube, taken from one of the bridges.

4. Also on the Pest side, Parliment. The building is amazing and is where all the riots and things you heard about on the news are occurring.

5. On Margaret Island, where we ate our picnic in the pretty flowers!

6. and 7. Some of the ruins of the convent were Saint Margaret lived her life.

8. View of the town of Diosd, where I live, from my apartment window.

Ok, sorry there aren't many yet, and that they aren't great. More to come later, especially since I may go to Salzberg, Austria this weekend!

Maybe I have a little time to explain how difficult it is to live in a country where you have absolutely no understaning of the language. Please!!! all of you be nice to everyone in America that does not know English! So, after school today I walked down the road to the local grocery/market thing to get something to make for dinner. I never realized how easy grocery shopping is when you can read. I walked up and down the aisles trying to find items I was positive I regognized. Eggs, I know what those look like. Milk I figured out, Tej, even though it is packaged strangely and the lowest percentage sold is 1.5. Bread, check. Then, I wanted some meat. There is a case, I guess it would be like the deli section, where all the meats are on display. Here I encountered the problem. It all looks similar, yet like nothing I know. They don't sell anything like chicken, ground beef, or fish. Apparently Hungarians enjoy their salami, sausage, pork, and everything else that can be squeezed into a cylindrical shape and sold to poor, unsuspecting Americans. I had no clue what to get and no way of figuring out exactly what anything was. The women working at the store just stared at me and said things to each other laughingly, I assumed at my expense. Anyway, I finally chose something that looked like it could pass for ground beef (to a blind person, in the dark, with a blindfold on) and showed the lady with my hands how much I wanted. When I got home and unwrapped the package I found some really nasty shredded, fatty pork? Maybe? Anyway, all that to say, my mystery meat dinner was not all that appetizing. Now it is 9:45 and I am hungry again, so I'll probably go have a bowl of cereal. I found Honey Nut Cherrios! Yay for English... and for pointless stories!