A broken Shard - our last day in London I am not very well travelled, especially since I have moved to the UK. Most of my trips were back to Budapest, to see family. So, just like when I first moved to the UK I came to a brand new territory, I also missed the standard Spanish holidays everyone else was doing around me. Flying over the bare landscape of Andalucia on an August afternoon was a revelation and the heat that welcomed us (alongside with a cloud of merciless mosquitos) was a shock to our system. A barren landscape with a distant reservoir Within days we found out that my husband suffered from Skeeter syndrome (very allergic to mosquito bites) and that pharmacies in Spain were very expensive. Jeremy covered up The heat was relentless, but at the same time everything was beautiful, the blue sky, the glorious cascades of bright flowers against whitewashed walls, the beach with mosaic benches, the gliders descending from the breath takingly steep mountains....
I am moving too often. Countries, counties, cities, towns - as if to counterbalance the eternal steadiness of the first 25 years of my life in the same flat, same district, same city and same country. The house where I grew up, we lived on the top floor. The bird's eye view of the famous Andrassy Avenue of 6th District. All my schools, even my university was within the same two kilometer square area as my parents' flat, so most of my daily life played out in that 6th District of Budapest. My primary school, between age 6y and 14y My secondary school, between age 14y and 18y My university, the glorious Liszt Ferenc Academy of Music