Budapest Orientation Week

 From the plane, watching the sun rise after having watched it set several hours before.

 Church. Very observant, I know. You're welcome!

 Parliament.

 View from my hostel window.

 Cheap Hungarian wine.

 Palinka, the national liquor (I think that's what this was), with a cheap Hungarian wine back.

 Beef knuckle goulash and boiled potatoes and cheap Hungarian wine. DELICIOUS.

Playing with toys in our methodology lesson!

Getting a photo while pretending to help prepare the paprika potatoes.

Then actually stirring the potatoes because I felt kind of bad for only pretending to for the photo.

From the trivia quiz. Round 4 asked us to identify Hungarian vocabulary from one of our "camp counselor's" (so to speak) favorite Hungarian songs. after a while we gave up and wrote the same word "vagyok" (I am) over and over, and then concluded with, "DEAR GOD WHY?" to which they responded with the catch phrase of the week, "Because you are in Hungary to SUFFER!!"

Heroe's Square (daylight):

Final dinner at Bagolyvar: Chicken Paprikash! And an overwhelmingly desserty dessert thing.

 Heroes' Square (nighttime):

 Posin'.

 Daniel, photobombing.

 Last night out, with the lovely company of a friend of a friend's dog, Tupac:

 Blurry last night out kinds of photos:

 Interesting bathroom decorations.

 Interesting car decorations.

 Interesting hostel decorations!

iPhone photoshoot, pretty professional quality if I do say so myself...

  (be a tiger!)

 (now you're swimming!)

Bancroft, Ontario

 The moment in which Ben realizes I'm taking photos of him (perhaps), and his natural reaction to said revelation.

Lest We Forget.

Living in Valdivia (briefly)

Snapshots of life here, what it might have been. I didn't like playing the what if game then and I'm not going to play it now. It didn't work out; things fall apart, the center cannot hold. I picked myself back up and moved on. But I did like Valdivia a lot, while I was there.

 

 Valdivia submarine.

 Goodbye kuchen and coffee.

 Local graffiti.

Saying goodbye to my host mother and wonderful person, Jackie.

Flying over Peru.