Dear Budapest, I think I love you....

Well I am attempting to catch up on blogging. I guess its a good sign that I am enjoying myself since I havent had much time or desire to spend on a computer. So Budapest, another foreign currency-the forint, and another language-Hungarian. Two tram rides later I arrive at my hostel Tiger Tim's Place. Im greeted by Tim the owner and introduced to four other hostelers. The place has a great vibe. Like someones apartment or home but residing inside are 30 or so hostelers rotating in and out daily. Like the Real World on a larger scale minus the drama. Tim gives me a map and shows me everything to see in the city. So cool to be welcomed on a personal level instead of hello, heres what you owe, and good luck. I head out to walk the city, do some yoga and french studying. That night we go to a public viewing of the World Cup on a projection screen outdoors. I dont even watch sports but im totally loving the football games every night(soccer for the Americans). Every night the hostel goes to a bar or a few. Great places, the beer is cheap and I have met the majority of the people staying there. Like a big happy family that says goodbye to some and hello to others everyday. I love it!! It only gets better after a day of walking the city with some new "family members" and another night of outdoor football viewing in a different park and bar crawling until the sun comes up. It became the joke at the hostel that you know it was a good night when I wake up in my clothes from the night before. I didnt fail to disapoint the following night either. Harry from England and I head to the baths which Hungary is famous for. A huge, old and nice place with three huge outdoor pools of different temps. Cool, warm, and really warm. We thought we had found heaven until we discovered the indoor baths and saunas. Probably 30 different temperature pools and saunas everywhere. Sweat in the sauna and head to the cold 20 degree celsius pool for a dip. It was so relaxing, i felt like content jello the rest of the day and night. I will go back to Budapest just for this. More football, drinking, and sightseeing. I have learned that Hungarians love foosball and are damn good at it. I kept trying and lost everytime. Impressive, but not as impressive as the foosball tournaments televised on TV. I love it!!! Well I planned to stay two days and ended up staying four with a sad goodbye I am off to Venice. I love you Tiger Tim!!