I am currently cold and wearing ugg boots and jetlagged and in Montenegro I was none of those things.
“…Steph joined us and my crew of Berlin friends began to grow.
Steph and I made friends with Anna. Anna from Newcastle, who came to our room the day after me. Anna was an awesome bubble of energy to have around, and a good companion on the Street Art Tour. She was travelling with a boy-Alex, who was Italian and had stayed with Anna’s family years earlier in Maitland, as an exchange student. Anna got to return the favour staying with him on her trip.There was a night where we grabbed some beer from a milk bar and sat in a churchyard, talking and drinking beer. There was a day where we got amazing indian/mexican inspired food at a place we called Upside Down McDonalds (for it’s logo). We watched Italy vs Spain there, people sitting in the street, drinking beer… Alex getting more and more heartbroken by his home team’s 4-0 loss…
There was a day, when all my Berlin friends had moved on and I went to the Berlin Wall memorial, and I cried a little behind my giant sunglasses for the people, the babies younger than my nephew, that died trying to get to the west.”
I had been utterly, completely and blissfully happy for 3 weeks until this afternoon when I left my family for Budapest and they told me in broken English that I “am a part of the family now,” and I tried so hard not to cry in front of them that my hands shook violently.
Yesterday I traveled for 17 hours to meet my relatives in my grandmother’s hometown of Pécs, Hungary. I can only speak to the daughter, Nöra - a clumsy 22 year old law student who is allergic to everything and loves dogs hahaha. Her grandmother, my grandmother’s cousin, can’t understand a word I say but is going out of her way to cook me vegetarian dishes (fried cheese, holla) and insisted on washing all my clothes. It doesn’t matter that we’ve never met previously and I can’t speak a word of Hungarian (aside from the word for strudel), I already feel a part of the family :)
Today my Croatia buddy and I part ways after a glorious week eating and drinking ourselves silly in the sun. I’m off to Montenegro for the day to explore the Black Mountain and more glorious Adriatic Coast, and then start making my way to Zagreb and finally into the Motherland (Hungary!)
Last night we partied excessively hard, suffice to say this morning was a struggle. But we forced our sorry selves out of bed and and were rewarded for our efforts with the most stunning views at Lokrum Island.