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...
Budapest is in a proper deep freeze right now. The kind where the temperature doesn’t flirt with zero all week and everyone looks slightly annoyed before they even get on the tram. It’s giving me very Canadian vibes, and not in a charming, snow-globe way. I have a...
Yesterday, Hungary officially confirmed the date of Hungary’s Parliamentary Elections 2026. While most of us are still slipping on icy pavements and wondering why winter feels personal this year, April has suddenly become very real. And, almost on cue, the questions...
It’s Thursday, 8 January, and Hungary has disappeared under the heaviest snowfall most of us can remember in well over a decade. Roads are treacherous. Pavements are polished ice. Even routine errands suddenly require planning, patience, and a healthy respect for...