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This is a post about my time in Budapest. I loved it.

So here is the secret about cheap international European flights, they are less expensive because they only fly out of remote airports that are 1-2hours outside of the city, and they charge you for any and everything…so pack light.

My flight from Munich was at an airport called Memmingen which is almost 2 hours outside of the city. SO I had to take a bus to get there.

Once I got to Memmingen, there were flies everywhere. At first I was sitting near a food court, so I thought that once I left the food court the flies would leave me alone…but I was wrong. I thought I was going to have to pay the 50 euro fee for my bag because it was too big, and then the gate agent said, “are you sure you can’t fit it in there? Do you have a big jacket or something that you could take out, you don’t really want to have to pay 50 euros do you?” I was like, “you’re right!”, “I don’t want to pay 50 euros, I will fit my bag!!!” It worked, and I was grateful for her motivation and positive energy.

There is only one airport in Budapest, so the cheap airline one is the same as the large airline one…so HORRAY!.

The Ryanair gate agent looked at my passport in Munich to make sure I could board, but no one stamped my passport, or asked me any questions. When I got to Budapest, there was no passport control, and no stamp. The only questions in the Budapest airport were asked by cab drivers, seeing if I needed a ride to the city center. I was shocked.

Robert met me at the airport, and we were on our way.

There were lots of nice things about staying with Robert.

1. He is great, and it was so nice to catch up with my friend that I hadn’t seen since 2008.

2. I got an inside view into true Budapest life.

3. Tibor was out of town so I got my own room. It was awesome. Even though I was really sad not to see Tibor. Because the only thing better than 1 Sepsi brother, is 2 Sepsi brothers!!!

4. I got to meet Robert’s friends and go dancing! SO FUN!!!

I had such a great time!!!

5. We ate the best food.

Langos

Nagyi Palacsintazoja (Hungarian Pancakes)

This Hungarian paprika chicken dumpling dish…I don’t know the name. It was incredible, like Hungarian macaroni and cheese. <3 <3 <3

We also had goulash, BTWz not all goulash is created equal. We had a decent one and a delicious one. It was awesome.

Everything there is super reasonably priced, and I LOVE BUDAPEST!!!!

The history of Budapest is rich, the architecture is beautiful, and the people are really nice and accommodating and try to speak English. I love Hungary, and I love Budapest.

Those are the facts.

I recommend Budapest to any traveler. It is wonderful, and in my opinion, highly underrated among American travelers. It is a great city, and an awesome country.

More about France with the ladies in the next post.

Love,
Melissa.

FYI, this post was written in two parts. When I was waiting to catch my plan to Frankfurt in Houston, and then after I got to Frankfurt and was riding a train to Munich. I am safe and having a great time. Also I wrote this post before I knew Lizzy and Rebecca were for shore coming to Paris. Enjoy.

Snakes waiting to board a plane

I am sitting in IAH in terminal E in hopes of boarding my flight to Frankfurt Germany. I took a gamble and didn’t buy a real ticket, when I had the means and resources to do so. Was it the big mistake? That remains to be seen, but at this point, I feel like yes it was. Just the anxiety alone about not knowing whether or not you are going to have a seat is worth the money for a real plane ticket.

Let’s just say that the Frankfurt crowd is unlike one that I have ever seen. I have been a few places, I mean not everywhere, but a few. This is really different.
Why does everyone from united think that they can get a seat before me, when we have been working for Continental since the dawn of time. They are all ranked eons ahead of me so it doesn’t matter that they only started yesterday they get a seat over me. Life lesson, when in doubt, just buy a real plane ticket.

I am sorry I haven’t been blogging lately. I am just really distracted lately. But in other news I have just 2 semesters of my grad program left. so HOORAY!

I also realized that I would just rather work or go to school then do both at the same time.

Please bless that I can make this flight. I don’t want to do my extreme gamble plan tomorrow if it can be avoided, but at this point I have no idea. WHYEEEEE?!?!?!?!

I want all the people that may make this flight ahead of me to miss their connecting flights. Is that wrong, I don’t think so. United made me this way.

03/09/2012 (European way of writing the time)

So I made my flight to Frankfurt by the skin of my yellow country teeth. It was a nail biter needless to say. BUT mom thank you for the travel benefits. I am glad I didn’t have to spend all my money on a real plane ticket. You are wise.

1. I can’t believe I am in Europe right now.

1. (a)I can’t believe I am in Germany no less. This is crazy.

2. I woke up this morning on the plane and I was like, “Melissa, are freaking crazy?!?!, What are you doing here by yourself?”

The concept of getting on a plan for ten hours and then you are someplace completely different is so crazy to me. I flew next to Continental standbys and they were upset because they didn’t get business first, and I am like, can we just be grateful that we made this flight at all in the first place. Seriously y’all. We hold no rank in this post merger world. Get over yourself.

I didn’t get to see Frankfurt outside of the airport, but if I need to I can always come back on another trip. RIGHT LADIES!?!?!?!

My train from Frankfurt to Munich was 95 euro. Which is more expensive than all of my international flights combined. I think everything just balances itself out somehow, free money, ya know.

It’s beautiful so I don’t mind.

I didn’t tell my dad that I was coming on this trip because I know for a fact that he would have tried to stop me. He would tell me all the bad things about leaving Texas, and worse then leaving the state is leaving the country. I love you Dad. I didn’t call because I knew what he was going to say.

I really miss my family already.

BTW, I need to speak more languages, and I think that if I would have left from Frankfurt hbf it would have been cheaper then leaving directly from the airport, but I don’t even mind. Because I am feeling extra lazy right now.

I feel like my writing has changed but that is probably just a result of me changing. I have been to Europe okay. I know what the real world is like. RIGHT LADIES!?! I am seriously here. I can’t believe it. Munich here I come. I am so excited for new stamps on my passport. I haven’t left the states since December 2008. It’s been too long. But I have been pretty busy since then, so I think it is okay.

Can I pass for being in the country that I am in? That remains to be seen. Once I open my mouth though all hope of blending in is lost, when I immediately say, “I’m sorry, I only speak English”. Whoops.

FYI I love everything and everyone. International love. Lizzy you better not flake on me, we are going to have a grand time in Paris, ALRIGHT!

Riding this train and typing on my laptop I feel just like one of my favorite husbands, Romain Duris, in Russian dolls. Except for a lot different.

Okay everyone more later.

Love,

Melissa.

First off let me start by saying happy day light savings everyone, and I hope that you thoroughly enjoy your extra hour of sleep.

I am in salt lake for the weekend and I flew up on Thursday 11/3/11. During my plane ride I wrote this post and now I am giving it to you and yours.

“Plane ride…to salt lake. Beginning our initial descent into Utah and listening to O.P.P by Naughty Nature on repeat, and loving every second of it.

Except for sitting next to the lavatory on a 2 hour + flight and the rude man sitting in front of me using his birth right to recline his seat into my lap…this flight has been fine. I completed 3 repeats of the fashion cowl that I am making for the second time for myself. Hooray!

This man is so defiant, anytime the flight attendant asks him to move his seat up he will until she is out sight and then he immediately reclines it again. Out of sight out of mind I guess…but not for me. He even pretended that he couldn’t get his seat into it’s full & upright position so the flight attendant helped him and then after she left he reclined it AGAIN.

Luckily I was able to move to the middle seat and there was no one sitting in front of me which meant no stranger in my lap and for that I am grateful.

What will this weekend trip to SLC hold? A dance party, a new dress, a piece of cake, a D-A-T-E (probably just with Lizzy and not with a man…of course), the options are limitless really.

I checked a bag…and also I am at the rear of the aircraft, and I mean rear…jkdc. (not jk-ing, really the rear if ya know what I mean). It will be awhile before I see anyone to drive me anywhere with people that I know.

You guys, I want to do what the millionaire says, it’s just really hard to make long lasting lifestyle changes. I guess that’s why we aren’t all millionaires. Am I right, or am I right??!?!?!

So Ashlee is the only one who told me about your halloween costumes and let me tell you something right now…I’m p’ssst about it.

31D just put his seat back even further. So rude.

This guy is almost as rude as the French lady on the flight to Paris that didn’t want me to put my feet over her seat while she wasn’t sitting in it, and people were moving through the isle so as to not dirty her beautiful white dress. My shoes weren’t covered in mud…I promise.

She was rude, and so is this guy, and I am not even on my way to France so it is uncalled for. The end.

Ew, I think it is probably going to be cold here and that is the Worcestershire sauce that Ashlee left in my bedroom that I didn’t remove for a whole month. I was just keeping it there as a memento, okER.

My leg’s asleep.

We have a garden snake living in our downstairs closet (for 3 days now). I have had a few run-ins with him, but I haven’t been able to remove him from the house, neither have the cats.

Every time the snake and I have an encounter I just end up jumping up and down screaming bloody murder for 5 minutes straight. I have yet to pee on myself whilst screaming/jumping up and down, which is really lucky.

I was just thinking if he decided to come with me there really would be a snake on this plane. PERF! But he didn’t come with me… I am pretty sure.

This is what I am hoping for with the snake…
1. That he doesn’t eat the cats while I am gone.
2. That he doesn’t lay snake eggs.
3. That he gets the #%&@ out my house already.

That’s all.

Snakes off to you!

Love,
Melysses S. Chant

(SNAKE SNAKE SNAKE)”

*currently in salt lake and back to tx tomorrow and I will tell you all about it.