My guru

So Wojtek and myself are sitting here in this cafe on the corner near our apartment, creatively names "Sark" which means "corner" in Hungarian which we have started coming to on a regular basis. He is giving me lessons on the Hungarian language and more importantly, life. We have similar minds I think, Wojtek and I, although we are very different. He describes me as "American as hell" (something I have never been called before)--bubbly, smiling, and laughing all the time. I don't know what to do except laugh. HAHA. He is much more serious but once you get him talking he is a silly one, that silly Polak. And he has alot to say. Generalizing of course, the people here are much more reserved and quiet as compared to the people I am accustomed to--vibrant, emotional spazzes, myself being the ring leader. But it is as if you can feel their sadness, their past sadness, their present sadness, and the sadness still to come in their lives when you are surrounded by them in the metro or bus. They wear their loneliness on their sleeves like I wear my heart, as Wojtek says. But so far, so good here in Budapest. The city is BEAUTIFUL. The bridges are an architectural dream, especially the Chain bridge. The city lights up these at night and it makes me want to sit by this river all night.