I have heard that Hungarians tend to be blunt honest people. I am not sure I had truly experienced that until yesterday...
while sitting across a conference table waiting for our conference call to start, my manager looks over at me. First she compliments my earrings telling me that they are beautiful. I say thank you, my parents gave them to me - they are my favorite too. She then quickly and naturally rolled right into, "You need to dye your hair." pointing her finger at my straggling gray hairs.
While I have spent my entire life wishing I had the thick, curly hair of my father, I love my hair for all its faults. I love my straight, super fine, crazy lot of hair. I am not ready for the curly gray hairs or the hair dying that will have to start in the near future. However, it was hilarious to me that she felt comfortable suggesting such things to me, in front of the client no less.
anyway, off to Castle Hill today with the guys in the midst of a freaking blizzard - I thought it didn't snow that much in Budapest?!?!?
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Oh, sorry, that is not very nice!
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