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two post cards, a bag of broccoli, the hungarian design award 2009, and a dried-out croissant.

city market today. my heart stopped at the sight of so many vegetables. so beautiful. farmer's faces hiding behind a pyramid of kohlrabi. a fan of carrots, give me two please. and a citron. they show me the prices on a calculator, apparently my garb screams foreigner. i smile and szia stok away, bag of produce in my hand. 

walk a little further is the museum of applied arts. there is a nice design exhibit on. the building is a perfect example or art nouveau style that can be found everywhere, one just needs to look up instead of at the ground. this is a second-story city. 

stopped for a kave and croissant on my way home. the lady's bright red lipsticked-smile was nice. 

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some drawings and notes from the exhibition of amerigo tot's work at the ludwig museum.

   

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tuesday in budapest. have i been here 48 hours yet. i think exactly.

feels already like days. i am sleeping a lot jet lag kills me. eating hummus wraps and walking around and around. david is at work in the days so i am left for meditation and sight seeing.

it is an alright lifestyle i think! 

we are waiting for word on an apartment, then we can move in early next week. then the arting i guess can start. i already did some sketching yesterday, it is all so old here. i love it.

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a weekend of meditation in toronto.

street cars and parking tickets. i hate to park in toronto. one can never truly know when the ticket writers are coming around. i am so interested in cities, large ones and small ones. i like to get lost in toronto, but to know some nooks so well. we discovered a nice little eating spot on dundas w. mother hen or sitting hen. it has excellent breakfast and is filled with all the silly mugs your mom doesnt keep when she redoes her kitchen. i love florida, or arnold family reunion slogans across in red and purple and yellow and blue! elephant salt and pepper shakers. it was so kitsch it was charming. loved it.

the remnants of a nice of fries a la french and bloody marys. 

complete confusion.

morning coffee beside the window at the buddhist center. plants to keep the air green and clean. a lovely third story view. too much cream though for a recovering vegan. 

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i think i even like this town.

took me a few years to convince myself. but its not so bad here. i am nestled into my little green room again and have learned to deal with the throws of living with the family again. we have a routine now and i like the garden and riding my bike to the salon just to say hi to my mom. i spent so much time hating on this place that now im leaving and its an uncomfortable goodbye. sorry i didnt give you the chance city, but you'll still be here when i am back. this city is my home, nice to meet you again.

etsy shop will be canceled while i am living in hungary. maybe i will just start a new one there since i wont be able to ship canadian things, maybe ill sell hungarian ones instead. 

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cold autumn day today. so i picked a pumpkin from the winery garden for dinner.

we fried it with black beans, sun-dried tomatoes, celery and red onion. salt and pepper. delicious. 

of course we toasted the seeds for on top and for a nice snack tomorrow at the grape&wine parade. it feels perfectly like fall with early setting golden light around six o clock and the crunchy leaves start to appear from the prematurely changing willow tree. 

stinging nettle tea is making me feel clean inside. i like this new tea.

i have a little less than a month left before i leave now for hungary. i am perhaps a bit anxious to pack and have been slowly collecting must haves for the trip in my old blue suitcase. so far: a ball of yarn and circle needles for long flight knitting, a travel pack towel, "in europe" a history book by geert mak who makes history interesting for people that never liked history class (me), david's favourite granola bars, ice wine from the winery. 

in the meantime, susi and i are making paper crafts and playing in the vineyards.

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sitting and waiting. for david. im waiting again. coffee's done suitcase is blue. not because its empty but because its full. socks exploding out of the drawer and a pile of paintings left unsold. papers in stacks that will never be read or sorted. and books and books and three balls of yarn.

moving again with my favourite photographs and art printed post cards. with my blue suitcase and my sleeping bag. a handful of earrings and a hemingway novel. he puts paris in my night time dreams again. nineteen twenty with street trams and white wine. his life described does not sound so different from that of mine in spain. it is a magical place this europe he writes of. fashion and couture. ripped stockings and a notebook for me. 

sketchbook and graphite a stone bench and leather shoes. garcia lorca poetry in my back pocket. words to live by. words to love by. i see his photograph everyday. he is also a man from the past i would have liked to share a bottle of wine with. i think i genuinely am attracted to the expatriate's circle. escaping debt and canadian flags to take up residence in a hungarian town. avoiding gypsies and making wood stove fires to draw by and make love by. 

david thinks im a romantic. i think you have to be to get by in this world.

 

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