An Australian soccer player once said (or wrote?) that a journey is best measured in friendships not in miles. Frankly, I have no idea how Tim Cahill plays soccer, I might watch an Everton match once; but in this journey thing, he was right.…

 As my time in Hungary quickly comes to a close I find myself reflecting and reminiscing on the wonderful collection of memories, challenging events and exciting explorations of the last ten months.  This year has certainly passed much more quickly than any previous stage in my life. …

During a recent free period I decided to take an early morning walk to one of my favorite bakeries just down the street from school.  As I stepped out into the sweet smelling air and bright spring sunshine I recalled some of the many times I had made this familiar stroll – through searing…

 Why would anybody feel the urge to carve stone laces between two windows on the 52nd floor? Why would anybody have the restless idea of building an arch on the 78th? To be frank, I never thought there would ever exist anybody like that. Before visiting Chicago I was really convinced that…

 I have a distaste for places that are fake, that try to hide their true identity. But Boston - after almost 20 years - won my heart again. This is a city that stayed what has always been, which is nothing more and nothing less than a simple place with fishing boats, with good food and friendly…

Not long after arriving in Hungary, we ventured to Budapest for several days of orientation in August.  During this time we were introduced to a series of highly regarded professors, lecturers, musicians and authors who provided us with a thorough introduction to the culture, history and…

Well, as far as I remember, about ten years ago, when I first applied for the Fulbright Teacher Exchange Program, I definitely wrote down on my application form that I have no preference as to where I should be placed. By no preference I actually meant ANY state, including Alaska. I really thought I…

 I think we are beyond the point. It is hard to tell before you get there but easy to see when you look back. We are beyond the point of the vacation. Or the travel.As we see, in Hungary, for Mr Evening Tide the colors of chicken soup delivered the message. For me, the first frostfree breeze…

   Chicken soup – there is perhaps no other unpretentious dish common to countless cultures that conjures such feelings of comfort and contentment, evokes nostalgic memories of grandmothers and snow-filled winter days and contains virtually mystic healing powers.  There…

 I, similar to my exchange partner, have often been asked about the differences between Hungary and the United States and am quite reticent to provide an answer not only due to the fact that I have been in this country for a relatively short period of time but also because of the inherent…