We're Rich!

here we are at the last night of our trip. Budapest has been a love hate relationship for me... when we arrived the city seemed so dirty compared to Vienna, and even worse the hostel we had planned on staying in was in a horrible old building with a scary elevator. one night in the hostel and we switched to a hotel. I soon realized that Budapest is actually a very beautiful city, the air here is similar to ocean air, and it is warmer than anywhere else we've been. the first day we walked over the Danube river to an island with a huge park and took a walk, and had coffee and pastry after of course. then we walked for about five hours straight just taking in the sights. we saw the fisherman's bastion, a sort of guard wall with amazing views of the city. today we woke up early and went to the thermal baths that Budapest is famous for. these baths are housed in an amazingly ornate building, and are filled with old people trying to get the health benefits of the mineral water. we saw more old men in speedos than i ever cared to see. the turkish baths are an ancient tradition in this city so you can imagine the wrath zak evoked when he acidentally splashed an old lady while swimming:) afterwards we tried to go to three shops and a museum but all were closed. that's all for me, i will see you guys on wed!
Jessi-
The party's over, we are about to start the 22 hours of plane and train rides that will take us about 48 hours to complete with layovers. Budapest was swell the hot baths were the best, and you get to spend thousands of dollars when you buy stuff because the Forint isn't worth the paper it's printed on, which is fun. I became addicted to a middle-eastern Chipotle called Szeraj. They have durnas which are chicken, cabbage, lettuce, and sauces in a pita or tortilla and cost only $56,900 forint, or two american dollars. We ate there three times, and each time was awesomer than the last, except for the time we ate chocolate baklava which was seriously pretty weak. -no way! it was awesome! (JF)-
So far we've been attacked by two mean old bags that were unhappy with my behavior. The first was old bag nun who wouldn't let me dry my clothes and pretty much ruined my life. The second old bag was some fat old bag who tried to swear at me in English for splashing in a pool. (If you get mad when you get wet in a pool, you're an old bag) Anyhow, I tried to learn to say "Go sit on a tack you old bag," in two languages but was unsucessful.
That's all, Merry Christmas
Zak Bouck