Buda and Pest: the hilly and the flat. I felt an unexpected affinity for the city of the Magyars. Like Vienna, it has grand boulevards; like Prague, it has a castle on a hill looking down on the city. Reminiscent of both but completely and uniquely itself.
A moment - that is all I had - but it was enough for me to know that, one day, I will have to return. And you'd be completely forgiven for thinking that I have a fickle heart, apt to develop a huge crush on this place or on that; without rhyme or reason; without so much as a second thought as to the whys and wherefores and just heeding the voice of instinct. Perhaps it's what wanderlust does to you. It gives you a sixth sense that you just cannot ignore and creates a wanderer's soul.
I knew nothing about this city and learnt just enough to intrigue me. Budapest - who would have thought?
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