floor these past few nights has given me a bit of nostalgia. We ramble and rattle and converse till the morning, over life, knowledge and power, and the long line of history. One of the smarter people I know, Viktor is also a traveler, that’s why he’s opened his home. He lived in Costa Rica for a year studying sea turtles and has a passion for photography, science and all living things. We go out during the day to explore this beautiful city, seeing chapels and statues and ancient Greek ruins. By night though we wander the din of the cobbled streets, seeing young faces and minds gathered at the footsteps of the same sites. Empty bottles of wine and a packet of smokes, laughter, music and dancing, and careless emotes. It’s a dizzying blend of the old and the new - thousand year old sculptures standing silently among the bustling cue of fresh faced idealism and slightly drunk youths. It puts a smile on my face to be lost in the rush of energy and nerve, the frantic pulse of life accelerating uncurbed. Trickles of conversation and laughter and twinkling eyes wash over me. So alive and so new, so untested against the world,
open to whatever it brings and feeling their way across this great Earth. I’ve undergone my own studies and teachings, gained new skills and insight - a knowledge only granted to those who take flight - but something inside of me still yearns to sit down, study art, literature and poetry, push to higher grounds. I envy them slightly and the path that they’re on, but just for a moment because I know it’s still dawn, and the sun is just rising on the day of my voyage - life is still unfolding in all of its random joys of fate and unknown surprises. So, realizing whatever my heart desires is only a breath away, we whittle off the hours amidst a packed outdoor festival. Commemorating the beginning of Fall and the cultural heritage of these warmhearted peoples and their jubilant ways. Drinking wine, sharing tales and watching the raucous celebration on display. I could get used to this energy again, even if vicariously experiencing it is all that happens in the end. We love this town for all that it's shown us; youth, culture, art, life and everything in between. Another successful couchsurfing experience, and another beautiful memory - lost and rapt in the vitality of scholarly living.
I miss college. It's the first time I’ve felt this way since the brief moments after graduation. Living life to the fullest and growing and maturing hasn’t left me much time to reminisce or remind me of all the good times and friends left behind. All it took was a few days in Pecs, a booming college town in the south of Hungary. When summer is over and the new semester starts, the population almost doubles and it’s like the city lights a spark. Youth flows in from all over the country and overruns this sleepy town with its vibrant energy. We’ve been lucky enough to land a couch with a professor. A PhD student studying molecular biology and working for the university forty hours a week. He still lives in a small studio dorm-like campus, and crashing on his