It’s a seven hour train ride from Prague. At least this train has electrical sockets for my laptop.

Sometimes my mind convinces me I am somewhere else. Riding on the bus to work, I think to myself that the city streets of Budapest are actually the city streets of Downtown Vancouver, that the rolling hills between Budapest and Bratislava are the Canadian Prairies, or that the small forests that dot the landscape between Budapest and Prague are the outskirts of Montreal. But then I quickly snap out of it, and I realize how far I am from home.

I woke up after my first night back from Prague with the over whelming feeling that the last three months has been one long party, and that I was tired. I go to new places and see new things every week, if not every day. I thought I had settled down to life in Budapest, but I think I am just settling in on the wild ride I am still taking. Austria or Croatia next? Who knows.