It’s a cold autumn morning in Budapest, and I’ve just finished my second coffee while trying to work out where Andrew and I might escape to for a quick winter break. Living here means every conversation eventually turns into a debate about airports, trains, and which...
It’s only mid-November, but Budapest has already given in to Christmas – and so have we. The air is sharp, barely six degrees today, and the lights are strung across Andrássy Avenue like a promise. The Budapest Christmas Markets 2025 open tomorrow, and Andrew...
As the leaves gather in Budapest’s courtyards and steamy coffee powers me through Márton-nap (St. Martin’s Day) weather, my husband, Andrew, and I are also on a timely mission familiar to many: booking our annual flu shots. Sorting healthcare as a foreigner still...
It’s November 1, and instead of carving pumpkins or answering the doorbell to small vampires, Andrew and I are in Sümeg, where the hills are turning gold and the air smells faintly of woodsmoke. This weekend we’ve swapped Halloween chaos for candlelight calm....
When Pumpkins Arrived in Budapest When Andrew and I first moved to Hungary eight years ago, Halloween barely registered on the cultural calendar. You might find a small display of plastic bats in a supermarket or a lonely pumpkin or two at the market, but that was...