There are definitely services, goods, and conveniences in the U.S. that don't exist in Hungary. There are no drying machines and I've yet to find a reliable wifi connection. [Side note: for some reason, you can not pull a chair out from a table anywhere without it making a horrendous scraping noise. I can literally hear when someone a floor above or below me pulls out their desk chair. Same in the university classrooms.] As a result, soon after I arrived in Budapest I started assuming that if there is a good or service that I use in the U.S. and really like, it must not exist in Hungary. Yesterday I found out there is a bowling alley (mind blown) and tonight I found out that not only is there pizza delivery here, but that I can ORDER IT ONLINE like at home (mind blown, again).
|Urban decay in the 8th district (prostitution district) of Budapest|
Hungary also doesn't seem to be too keen on efficiency or order. Yesterday I finally went to the immigration office (scary!) to apply for my residence permit. I waited in line for 40 minutes to get a number to wait in another line for an hour. My number got skipped, so I had to get back in line to tell the clerk. It was a good lesson on Hungarian bureaucracy - I think the only one I'll ever need, ha. The only enjoyable part of my trip to the immigration office was seeing two female employees who had kool-aid red hair like I mentioned in the previous post :D
|Quaint square also in the 8th district|
P.S. - do me a favor and read this beautiful story of how God is working in my friend Dominic's life! It's quite amazing. Dominic is a seminarian for my home diocese, Lafayette-in-Indiana, and will be ordained a deacon this summer and a priest the following summer! Keep him in your prayers :)