In Budapest I met up with a Brazilian couple I know who are traveling around eastern Europe. They wanted to know why Hungarians kept asking them why they wanted to come to Hungary. I had a similar experience when I … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Hungary
I once lived in Pecs (pronounced “paytch”), a provincial capital 200km from Budapest in southern Hungary. I was legal with a contract and work visa, not overstaying a tourist visa like I might be doing now. It was the only … Continue reading
I left home eight months ago today. Thank you. Greetings from Hungary! Hungary is the kind of place where a girl with understated, smoldering beauty—which is hard to consciously pull off—will passionately and with great depth discuss her place in … Continue reading
Are you tired of my hitchhiking stories? Is it the equivalent of baby photos, only your own are interesting? OK, I’ll make it short. Besides, I might be losing my hitchhiking touch. It’s getting harder and harder even though for … Continue reading
Budapest! I made a visit heavy on reunions with a funny coincidence: a Hungarian friend I hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years knew a Hungarian friend I haven’t seen in nearly ten years from when they both recently lived in … Continue reading
On my penultimate day in Hungary I made a culinary discovery: spicy goose sausage. It is off the charts of fantasticosity. It is a good thing it’s near the end of my trip or else I would be even fatter … Continue reading
The outpouring of support for my new website has been overwhelming! It has re-connected me with old friends whose love for me and my work has been life-affirming. Here’s a sampling of the adulation: “Don’t you still owe me money?” … Continue reading
Finally! There is still the matter of bringing my old website over to the new and other things, but it can wait. I am disappointed with the front page that looks like the work of a 10 year old, but … Continue reading
This is the first entry for the new home of my blog which I have moved from kentfoster.com/blog to TheDromomaniac.com. Dromomania means “an uncontrollable impulse to wander or travel”. Seems more fitting. My housesitting is finished. I can no longer … Continue reading
You wouldn’t believe the hell it is to get my website going. There are endless little bugs and incompatibility issues and everything takes forever to accomplish. Frustrating doesn’t begin to describe it. It is maddening. At this point I don’t … Continue reading
