Why It’s Taken Me So Long to Write About Budapest
Have you ever travelled somewhere completely new (to you) but come to find that upon your arrival, it was as if you were home? There’s not much about Budapest that you’d mistake it for Montreal – it’s more that upon arriving in Budapest I felt incredibly safe, protected, peaceful and at home. How had I not been here before? It felt like I knew this place. I arrived quite late at night but the next morning, I woke up early and set off to explore the city. Again, this city felt oddly familiar to me – I learned the streets, and the routes fairy quickly. I must admit Budapest is a well-designed city, and quite simple – which is maybe why I caught on so quickly but I still found that there was something like a déjà-vu going on (in the best way possible).
Despite the familiarity of the city, there was no shortage of excitement and awe. Budapest is incredibly beautiful – the Art Nouveau architecture is something special, Andrássy út (Avenue) is a charming boulevard (and a UNESCO World Heritage Site), the Chain Bridge, the Parliament Building and even the rickety, old yellow trams are something to admire.
It’s taken me so long to put my reflections down in writing on the blog because I feel an incredible affinity with Budapest. I didn’t know what I could “say” about the city that would inspire the feelings I had. I did not want to limit the city to a list of must-sees or must-dos. I feel as if the city itself is the entity that needs to be explored and pondered over, as you would a historical artefact or building – like an opera house (which BUD just happens to have an important one, Magyar Àllami Operzház).
I will be writing more posts about Budapest sooner than later, having now shared my feelings about this special city. But I want to hear from you – what do you want to know about Budapest?