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I am going to be living in a "hotel" (read: cross between a bed and breakfast, swiss chalet, and bad motel) out in the middle of nowhere for a couple of weeks - well at least during the week. I am not so keen on that plan but it does mean less of a commute and both meals paid for.... Something tells me this will be nothing like staying at the pink Marriott.

Tonight, I made an improptu meal of broccolli and pasta with frozen red onion (oops, guess the fridge is a bit too cold) garlic, and paprika for Jo and myself. It was ok for my first meal made in the apartment with a busted wine opener and no garbage disposal.

After dinner, Jo and I went in search of a wine bar. The first one was closed. Who knew that Monday night was the only night it wasn't open? And then we found one even closer. It is a bit like Proof but more casual food and less high-tech storage devices.

The bar tender was black and spoke fluent Hungarian. Is it wrong that I really wanted to ask him about how he ended up in Budapest? He is the first black person I have seen since being here and had he not opened his mouth I would have assumed he was American - dumb American me :)