As I write this, it’s 1 May, Labour Day in Hungary. We’re in the countryside for the long weekend. It’s 22 degrees and full sunshine. Later, we’re heading to the chestnut blossom festival in Sümeg with Andrew and our little dog. Tomorrow we go back to Budapest. Sunday...
Retire in Hungary 2026 is suddenly back in my inbox in a way it has not been for a while. I am writing this from a hotel room in Rome, here for work, and since last Sunday’s election result came through, the messages have picked up quickly. People who had quietly...
Election day in Hungary starts early. We voted in the morning, the three of us, my mother, my sister and I, each at our local polling station in Budapest before the city had fully woken up. Afterwards we went for brunch with the family, found a table in the sun, and...
April in Hungary always feels like a bit of a reset. We’re heading into the long Easter weekend, and I’m writing this from the countryside, watching grey skies that are apparently about to turn into 20 degrees and sunshine by Sunday. Andrew and I already have plans...
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...