My last night in Budapest. Earlier, Fafa asked me if I would ever return to Budapest—Pesti, as the locals call it. I was quick to say no. But now, I’m not so sure. I feel more at home here than I did in Berlin, Krakow, or Prague, but I’m still uncertain if I’ll come back—and that’s okay, I guess.
People say that travelling to multiple countries can make the memories blur together, like a variation of “after a while, all cobblestones start to blend.” But I disagree. Budapest stands out with its Parliament Building, Thermal Baths, and iconic yellow tram cruising beside the beautiful Danube River.
Should I wake him up to tell him I’ve changed my mind?
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