Like she promised, mother turned up on time (3 am) and I had all the time I needed to perform check-in and baggage drop. Due to my recurring nightmares of missing transport vehicles in places vaguely known to me, I have a great need for being in time (and if by any means possible, greatly ahead of time).
I had sufferable substitute of sleep on plane through Helsinki-Vantaa to Copenhagen and from there to Budapest; but even my zombie state of no sleep and crooked neck could not keep me from feeling that warm welcome of never being in that exact spot before. Through the effective and extensive public transport to our new apartment, and from the new apartment to closest McDonald's (hey, nagging hunger asks no questions) I walked, in awe. I insisted we take the stairs once we left the apartment, and the whole visible concrete on walls spiced with myriad of plants in the window sills running next to stairs and plethora of different types of doors on the way out... ahh. All the way through ten store building.
Today I plan to pick up few essentials such as a reading lamp and hangers for my clothes. I've been out to balcony twice: the height still gets to me but I must say it adds to my delight of being abroad. It's 9.22 in the morning here, and since I'm yet to accustom to the local tap water I boiled sparkling water for my instant coffee. Works.
Hihihi it sounds so wonderful! And you're such a good writer =) I can almost smell the air on that balcony of the 10th floor apartment.
ReplyDeleteAaww, thanks! :) It's nice to try out writing in English. I wish you could visit me, in the evenings there is certain sooty aroma in the air.
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