March in Budapest arrived with that particular brand of optimism only a survived Hungarian winter produces. The heating is still on. But you start to believe it might not be for much longer. It was in that spirit – cautious hope, practical focus – that we...
Sound Bowls, Lake Views, and a Very Good Massage Early March in Western Hungary always feels like a quiet turning point. Just a few days earlier, Andrew and I had reopened our countryside house near Sümeg after the winter. The garden still looked half asleep, yet the...
Andrew’s five-year Withdrawal Agreement residence card expires this summer. His right to live in Hungary does not. The plastic does. And because thousands of UK citizens received those first post-Brexit cards in 2021, 2026 has become the year of renewal. Andrew is...
The storks are back in Hungary. The hills still look muted, yet the grass is pushing through. Next week, Andrew and I will reopen our wine house for the season. It feels like stepping into a second life. But that house on the wine hill is not where we legally exist....
Last Wednesday evening at KLUSTER, every chair was taken. By 17:30 the room was full. Coats piled on chairs. Latecomers hovering near the back wall. That particular February light outside that makes Budapest feel grey and theatrical at the same time. The event was...