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Two Words: Harapos Kutya.

Today was a good day

I'm feeling better, after a short bout with snot. The conference is amazing. These are some pictures.

The Magyar

That's what they call it here: Magyar. I think. We arrived yesterday, and today was the longest day (after yesterday) that I've been a part of since...a while ago. "Hungary" as we say it, is "Magyar" in actual Hungary--I might have made that up, but I think it's true. We've had a few translation problems thus far, including the attempt to enter the Hungarian phrase "Scratch off here" as the password for our driving team's cell phones. (Ahh...the password was under the shiny letters...)
I spent about 15 of today's hours either driving, riding, or sitting by vans. I think the grammar is wrong there. Too bad. I'm here and I'll use bad grammar (missed comma) in lieu of exhaustion and a small case of the sniffles.
In any case, things are good here, and more importantly, things are here. We made it. Hello and much love to all back in the states. Peace.

Luke

Bon Voyage

This will be my last post from this side of the pond. I'm headed to the airport at 4; the plane leaves Indy at 5:40 for Chicago; there I'll meet up with volunteers from my uncle's conference; and from there it's off to Budapest (apparently pronounced "Budapesht"). As for now, I'm at the desk in my brother's old room at my parents house. It feels a bit like what I imagine a launch pad would feel like, but that's just the mood I'm in.

I hope to blog while I'm over there, but in light of my failure to blog when I've been at home with a computer and no job...I apologize in advance.

The current plan is this: Eger, Hungary for the missions trip until the 21st; leave Eger, head to Budapest; tour Budapest the 22nd; leave Budapest for Venice the 23rd with five traveling companions (enter Jen); leave Venice for Interlaken, Switzerland the night of the 25th; and from there, the tentative plan is to go: France--Spain--France--England--Cambridge.

Now, we're traveling with six, and my limited experience tells me that none of this trip will follow the guidelines I laid out in the preceding paragraph. And that, my friends, is the wonderful thing about Travel.

Wish me luck!

Time to go pack.