… and saw these creepy Buddha/baby statues in the airport.
Sarah Palin’s getting a book deal, which means Wasilla is getting a bookstore!
Land-line phones have the most delightful rings here. They playfully chime like ice cream trucks. Unfortunately, this leads me at least twice a day to shoot my head up like a meerkat and peek out the window to see if a purveyor of rocket popsicles is passing by. Alas, I am always left with my head down, popsicleless.
I can’t tell if Hungarians understand irony. There’s this poster, but there’s also dubbed Arrested Development.
The sun was out; the sky was blue.
Well done today, Budapest.
I don’t know why there’s a magazine cover of an “old woman/young lady” picture of JFK/Marilyn Monroe, but it does wake me up in the morning everyday as I try to figure out what the hell it’s saying and what any of it means.
