photo by Lennart Guillet

My first impression of Hungary was not a good one. As I drove down the littered road from the Ferihegy Airport into Budapest, the buildings were run-down, the fences were crumbling, the bumpy road felt like Indiana Jones’ wild adventure ride at Disneyland. I asked the driver if she had a helmet. 

photo by Lennart Guillet

It’s been said that Budapest is the type of place that grows on you. And when it does, the city will squirt divine soda water into your blood. Well, I know exactly when that divine Budapest soda bottle blasted my aortas. It was the moment I first beheld the movie-set panorama where Buda meets Pest. All at once, my eyes popped, my eyebrows rose, and nose smushed against the glass as I tried to take it all in: a castle, a river, a waterfall, statues, spires, bridges, boats. There was only one word to describe it: breathtaking. 

After ten years of living in this Magyar metropolis, that magnificent Danube view never ceases to take my breath away. Whenever I drive across a bridge or walk along the river, I still get tingles. Those tingles – merely divine soda bubbles.

Phillip Done
An American in Budapest

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