the weary

travelling is hard work, man.

we're in budapest now, and it is large. while our feet have long since become accustomed to the strain of our shoes, we find our bodies tired at very strange times. at 3pm! but this usually spurs some sort of exciting change of plans.

like on our last day in prague, we were ready to shrug off the touristy throngs and sit for a while. since the streets are so cramped, and because the majority of the cafes cater to the more wealthy of red-faced americans, we thought to leave the city centre. we walked to another neighborhood to an art cinema. the excitement of a movie overwhelmed us and we decided to see "La Dolce Vita" (because it has to have english subtitles, it's a well-known film; isn't that what that word means right there, on the poster? yeah. yeah, of course. let's do it!)

we bought our tickets and headed to a bar to wait for the film to begin. we came back a little cloudy, but excited on our half-liters (far too much for young hungry girls on an afternoon) to see the movie. the theatre had a gate and courtyard, and then a pleasantly grungy bar in the lobby. it was cold and dark and happy. we leaned back and sighed. but NO. what's this? are those...czech subtitles? hey man, i can't read that. and do you hear that? the movie's in italian! Nooooo!

but being weary and woozy and ready for anything, we were both surprisingly giddy at the prospect of a 2 hour film in not a language we knew. our giggles floated up from the dark room and we settled in to figure out what the hell was going on on-screen. it was nice, and knowing we could only get ourselves into the predicament in prague felt good.

what will come from weary feet today? maybe budapest's famous bathhouses will take us in? mmm, cold. cold water.