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...
I didn’t apply for Hungarian citizenship. I inherited it. Through descent. A neat perk of having Hungarian parents though it came with none of the practical instruction manual. Passport in hand, I landed in Budapest 8 years ago thinking it would smooth everything. It...
Meet the Author
I’m Anikó Woods, a Canadian-Hungarian who’s been knee-deep in life here since 2017 - bureaucracy, culture, and everything in between.