- The cigarettes they smoke must be quite mild. I am allergic to many American ciggys and hate having the smoke blown in my direction. Tears, itchy eyes, etc.. But we could walk directly in the path of a smoker and no problems! More natural tobacco with few additives is my guess.
- With the weather so horrible, hubby started talking in a fake East European accent about the "brutal" weather. It was funny to me, at least.
- Seeing a man in line to buy tickets at the train station kiosk with a bird of prey on his arm. No one looked twice. Except these two dopes.
- Having the clerk at the Mai Mano House of Photography book store think I was Hungarian because of how well I spoke my greeting. Score!
- Meeting a really cool guy at the Printa store/gallery/cafe. This place was amazing. He was nice to talk to. They had so many cool screen printed items. Just a hub of creativity and nice people. Breaks all stereotypes Americans have of the former Soviet satellites....
- Chestnut dessert. Thin like angel hair noodles. Texture of marzipan. Heaven.
- Wonderful prices on coffee and super strong.
- Cafe Montmartre with a death metal/Megadeth obsession. Don't ask. It was weird.
- The architecture.
- The appreciation for art and music.
I cannot convey how much I love this place. I feel like I belong. Yes, there are crazy bad things - like every place - but the only other place I feel so at home is DC. Sigh....
