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...
Chasing Winter and Tax Cards I can’t quite believe I’m typing this, but this is my 98th post on the HOW TO HUNGARY INSIDER blog. Writing about the inner workings of Budapest for nearly a hundred articles has taught me one thing: for every beautiful sunset over the...
Masks, Doughnuts, and Making Noise Farsang is one of those seasons Andrew and I have slipped into over time rather than consciously adopted. Over the years, we’ve attended everything from elaborate masked balls to much simpler gatherings where the only real rule was...
As I write this, Hungary is wrapped in fog. Thick, lingering fog that refuses to lift. It has been an unusually heavy winter here. The kind that makes you understand why some cultures don’t simply wait for spring to arrive. At the same time, the eastern seaboard of...