Tuesday, August 13, 2013
After night shifts, a busy weekend and a trip to Galway yesterday- sorting through the many, many photos of beautiful Hungary is proving to be a bit difficult. How do you tell stories of moments: the smells and sights uncaptured, the way the cool water felt like medicine on those incredibly hot sticky days and the taste of paprika in gulyás on a late afternoon.
Before I left Hungary, muttering how nothing ever seems to fit in your carry-on as it did previously, Bali's dad sweetly stated that it's always that way when you leave a place ''the spaces are full of memories now.''
And boy is my little heart full of them.