Lord, I Lift Your Name On High

Day TWO: I am not really sure what Day it is exactly. I ate a Hungarian meal last night or tonight and it was super good. I thought I would lose weight on this trip, but probably not going to happen in Hungary (ironic, get it, Hung ry). That was for you Babe.

I got up at 5:00am this morning to catch a 5 hour train ride to Oradea, Romania. Yippee. I just had the worlds smallest up of coffee. Dad and I have had some great convo about why I am actually over here, basically it is b/c he gets bored. Not really, but really. He actually wrote a worship song with every English Christian cliche' in it. Might be a best seller. I also had to show the scary faced border patrol my passport twice, but this time I had a stamp from Budapest (i’m more official). Most of the people in Oradea are proud of their new shopping mall, because they took us there first and everyone was there. It was hard to get any service at the mall though, because the cashier was making out with her boyfriend on the cash register. One of the seminary professors told me the average salary in Oradea is around 200 or 300 dollars a month. We ate at KFC for dinner. I think I just feel asleep, later.

Chasing the Sun and the frost

Day ONE: Im pretty messed up right now. We chased the sun in a plane. We started around 4:20pm and caught up to it around 12:45am. These India people got their pre ordered breakfast served to them first and it made the whole cabin smell like warm toe jam. I almost barfed. I will tell you this… it’s all about the towelettes (no im not talking about midget potties). Towelettes are steamed towels served to you before every meal. Hello America, get with the towelette program.

Frankfurt Intl. Airport is a cold dirty antique like IKEA with a bunch planes. This airport is a huge international hub, hosting every foreign alien known to man. I might as well be a mute though. No seriously, the nice thing about being American is that most other countries understand the English language better than we understand theirs, mostly b/c we are too lazy to learn other languages. There are plenty of those moments when you just look at each other, make funny noises at each other, akwardly pause, and then walk away.

I have seen many buildings older than my country. I have seen dirty magazines (not really hard to find). I have seen extremely small automobiles. I have seen German Rice on steroids. Last but not least, I have seen “the cottage” in Budapest, Hungary. I have heard about it for so long and now I have seen it. Nothing spectacular, but I like it a lot. ITM Budapest has a quaint four story Seminary/Offices/Cottage building featuring a brick paved courtyard. It reminds me of a movie with Slovokian Soldiers blowin smoke around beat up foreign policia cars or somethin. The Seminary has about 180 students attending this semester. Next door to the building are a Hungarian 4 star hotel (American 2 stars) and some other foreign embassys (major plus).

Key finds for Day ONE: My Dad is not in the mafia. Redlights are optional in Budapest (at least for that one cab driver). When you cross the Atlantic Ocean you are no longer in an airplane. You are in an airbus.