Honaunau
Mary Murphy
December 30, 2012
When I started this Grateful series at the start of this year, I had no idea of how it would work or what shape it
When I started this Grateful series at the start of this year, I had no idea of how it would work or what shape it
Nothing could have prepared me for what I met at Fort Monostor in Komárom. No explanation, or description, or photographs could have done justice to
I first visited Budapest in December 2003. Shortly afterwards, I wrote this letter about my impressions. The inimitable DLW, who hoards her correspondence, dug it
I knew little, if anything, about Hungary before I moved here. Gradually, as I met more and more people, my list of places to visit
Somewhere between my mid-20s and my early 30s, the thought of a hot, sudsy bath became more enjoyable than the bath itself. Gone were the
Everything I’ve ever done in my life to date has led to my being in Budapest right now. Difficult to imagine that each little decision
When she died on her thirteenth birthday on St Patrick’s Day in 1887, Hungary mourned its loss. The nation’s flags flew at half-mast and Hungarians
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. So said G. K. Chesterton many moons ago and although
When it came to wealth, I thought the Habsburgs reigned supreme but apparently the Esterházy family topped them on the who’s richest list of the
Golfers everywhere refer to the clubhouse as the 19th hole. The last place of refuge. A place to celebrate their victories or drown their sorrows.
