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....
A few days ago, I posted a short video on social media about the new employment rules in Hungary. It was filmed quickly, between meetings, after reading the announcement and trying to interpret what it meant for families already here. I promised I would follow up with...
We’ve just come out of a long weekend of remembrance for the 1956 Revolution, and I ended it with something more joyful – celebrating my mother’s 80th birthday at DNB Budapest, surrounded by family and the kind of food that makes you grateful to live here. The...
Sunday Morning: New Borders, Familiar Confusion It’s Sunday morning, and the new EU Entry/Exit System (EES) officially begins. I just came back from Rome yesterday, and even there, you couldn’t miss it – posters, screens, and warnings everywhere across Europe....
When we bought our countryside cottage, I expected the usual homeowner chores: clean the gutters, trim the trees, keep the spiders out of the wine glasses. I knew ragweed from Canada, but I didn’t expect that in Hungary, you could actually be fined just for having it...