Two tickets--one adult, one infant--to Vienna. From there, we'll go by train and bus to the lovely and scenic and laughably titled "town" of Pervatpuszta. (Don't bother looking on the map. It's not there.) We'll be there for a week, leaving on Sunday and coming back the following Sunday. Never in my life have I bought such an expensive ticket--it was four times (four! times!) what I used to spend ten years ago, or even seven years ago.
Right, so, I'm going to the backwaters of Hungary by plane, train, and bus, I'm going to be bringing a 13-mo on a nine-hour flight, I have no idea what I will feed him or me or how I will do this, and I will be dispensing with my entire tax return and then some But right now, I don't really care. I just can't wait until it's 8 am in Hungary and I can call my granny and tell her we're coming!
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Oh, I wish, I wish, I could come too.
I was wondering about the food. But then I thought, you speak Hungarian. There must still be some Jews in Hungary, right?
Hooray!
I'm so happy you're going. It'll be so great for you and her and him. You've wanted to so much, and she'll be so glad to see you and Iyyar. I'm sure all the difficulties will smoothen out, and if they don't, it'll just add spice to the story you tell years from now, right?
Oh, and take pictures for us poor souls who have never been to Hungary or have the prospect of doing so in anything approaching the near future.
But in the meantime you're going to see your grandmother! How exciting. I really am truly happy to hear you are going on this trip! {happy dance! happy dance!}
Much rejoicing.
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