Lisa and I were fortunate enough to get to travel to Budapest, Hungary. Below are chronicled our gastro-political adventures.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
American Embassy in Budapest
We were driving around and looking for parking. We stumbled upon the American Embassy and through hand gestures and french/english/german/hand gestures, we obtained free parking.
You're gonna Pay!
The tower on the left is a memorial to all the fallen soviet war heroes. The sign on the right instructed us to pay for parking, in three languages.
Botulism never tasted so good.
We were treated to (at least one) good meal while in Budapest. The prices were really cheap until we realized that we were one decimal place off in our calculations. Then the prices were reasonable. The appetizer we got consisted of some butter and raw bacon. When in Rome......don't eat raw bacon.
Marzipan Map
While we were in Budapest, we went to the Marzipan Museum. Here is a map of Europe made from Marzipan. Italy was delicious.
City View
It turns out that Budapest was only 2.5 hour drive from Vienna so we decided to go. The town was beautiful, the people were great, and it had a much more favorable exchange rate than Austria. We had a great time and our only regret was that we didn't spend more time there.
Gerbeaud
This is Lisa and I at the famous Gerbeaud restaurant in Budapest. They have a famous chocolate cake that is pretty rich (both in the cost and intestinal distress ways). It was nice to come in and warm up.
Chain Bridge
This is the chain bridge in Budapest that connects the cities of Buda and Pest over the Danube river. It is a little shocking as you come out of the "Bad part of town", through a tunnel, and on to this bridge without expecting it.
Where I used to work
EnSafe, the great company I used to work for, had an office in Bratislava, Slovakia, which is right next to Vienna. We drove by (into) the city on the way back from Bucharest. We didn't find the office but we were treated to a very beautiful city on the Blue Danube!
33rd Birthday!
Upon my recent birthday, I realized that there were a lot of our friends who shared a birthday in our shortest month. Here are me and Amy Blehm with a birthday cake prepared by Lisa. We just ate the name parts and Lisa re-baked that portion with the next names in line for a birthday. Also is me pictured with my cake at work which a friend of ours at church prepared. It lasted just under two hours.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Iron Mike
This summer, Lisa and I took a trip to Normandy, Frace to view the WWII sites. This Veteran's Day weekend, I thought it fitting to reflect on the sacrifice and service that our armed forces, past and present, have given for our country.
Born on the Bayeux
The first stop we made in Normandy was to go and see the Bayeux Tapestry. The tapestry is housed in a building and you can't take pictures of it. It is 42 miles (70 meters) long and tells the story of William the Conquoror's conquest of Britian in 1066. The battle must of taken ages if they could sew it.
The sea was angry that day my friends
Lisa and I were fortunate enough to get to to to Mont St Michel. This is the second most visited site in France. It is a converted monestary that is completely surronded by the North Sea at high tide, hence the parking lot sign.
We didn't take this picture of ourselves.
Lisa and "The Guide"
We had a guide that took us around Normandy. He rode in our car with us and told us stories for about 5 hours (sidenote, all that I receive is grief when I ride in a car with someone for 5 hours and tell them stories. This guy got Euro). He was a very good guide and, being an Englishman, spoke English surpurbly.
Giant Zac
The Allied Secret Weapon! Giant Zac! (We really didn't mean this picture to be funny. But the funniest stuff is not planned, as we all know).
Runnin' on a full tank
There's old military stuff EVERYWHERE in Normandy. It is a pretty cool place. In case you thought the pun that is the title of this message is bad, a close second was "Our Normandy vacation was right on track!"
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