*Swears in Hungarian*

I’ve honestly not had a bad day since I’ve been living in Budapest. But today—or just the last few hours to be more accurate—SUCKED!

Okay so I’m attributing most of the unpleasantness to my being hungry. I just had a contemporary issues class that droned on and on past its time about my least favorite kind of history. The lesson spanned years and years, wars and wars, and flip flopped between countries without referencing a single person’s name. I hate this kind of history because it is so impersonal. It is the air-brushed version of history. The teacher feigned simplicity. He talked about the formation and collaps of different empires and neighboring countries, but with hardly any details. There were no specifics. It was as if no one had real names. It was as if Russia was home to someone named “Russians”, Hungary was where “Hungarians” calls home, and Germany is a guy named “Germans” lives. I mean sure this makes things simpler, to not mention specifics, but without the specifics, everything is so boring!

Also the teacher was hard to understand at times. Not his fault of course, he seemed like a nice man. Though my brain had to do several double takes when he said things like “i-dees” (for “ideas”) or “his-tor-e-ical” (for historical) or “in-thus-eye-asm” (for“enthusiasm”). He meant well I’m sure, but the class went on forever… and ever.

And then I had to walk back hungry, all alone in the dark and the cold.

I tried to stop at the only store I’ve ever seen to have tofu… but just as I was going to buy the makings for dinner, I hand over my credit card… and they only accept cash.

I wonder to myself, how much time am I wasting? Because I have plenty yet to do. Buuuut, I decided to try another store in any case.

I think of what else I might be able to make for dinner if I go to the DM. Sadly after looking around, they have nothing, not a THING I can use.

I’m really lonely at this point not being able to speak, discouraged, starving, and freaking out because of the local drunks in the alleyways that hoot as I walk by.

I finally go to Plus, the local store that has just enough to buy the bare minimum for dinner… but again, as I go to the cash register, they only take cash today, which never happens here.

Even more frustrated, I try to explain that I only want to buy the matzo and cheese, and NOT the other stuff, which takes a lot of gesturing and waiting. Finally I return home carrying my meager meal in my hands—they don’t give you bags for free in Hungary—and fumble my way up the four flights of stares…defeated.

I'm fine now. But i'm still going to do some yoga to cool off.