what happens in Budapest

On Tuesday, I was walking towards the metro on my way to work when I noticed some very cool posters every 20 feet representing an art exhibit by an artist named Endre Rozsda (1913 – 1999). As I was taking a few snap shots of the posters, a guy came up to me and started speaking Hungarian. I apologized for not speaking the language and in pretty good English, he pointed across the street at a building and told me the opening exhibit was that night at 7PM and invited me to come. Having nothing else planned, I went to the opening and was quite impressed. His work is mostly post-impressionistic and surreal. The wine was quite good too. I spoke to an elderly couple who's English was pretty good and they told me they knew the artist.

Then yesterday, I was headed back to my apartment which overlooks the Danube and the city. The hill is quite steep and it was hot going up. I stopped inside a small neighborhood grocery store, thinking I'd buy some wine for when I got back. I mostly drink red but it was hot and I was contemplating a white or rose. The guy working behind the cash register was a young guy around 40 years of age. He asked if he could help me.

"I'm interested in trying a Hungarian rosé."

"Are you drinking alone or with a woman?" he asked matter of factly.

"Today, alone," I replied.

"Because if you were drinking with a woman, I would suggest this sweeter rosé. But since you are unfortunately alone, I think perhaps the dry one is better."

So I drank it alone watching Dancing with the Stars. Pretty pathetic I know but the wine was good!