Budapest, everywhere anywhere.

Here are a couple of the sights one can encounter on a normal Saturday morning walk around Budapest. 

An overarching view of the Danube river from the Citadelle. 

A straight view of the river from the Liberty Bridge which connects Buda with the Pest side of the city. 

 

St. Stephen cathedral. It is a beautiful building in itself. This is one of the main places to visit around Budapest, a must see. It is highly recommended along with Hero's Square, Parliament, the Citadelle and many others that hopefully I get to see. 

Street art. It's not hard to find monuments, paintings, statues, and memorials all over the city. 

This eagle stand at the feet of a statue of George Washington which was surprising but interesting to find. 

The statue of Anonymous, someone attributed to have recorded the earliest history of Hungary but whose real identity is unknown.  

Hero's square stands between the Palace of the Arts and the Museum of Fine Arts. It contains statues of some of Hungary's most important historical figures. 

Lisbon, Portugal

The second stop of our fall break trip was Lisbon, Portugal. I didn't know much about the city before arriving there. It had been my roommate's choice to go, and I am so glad we did. By far, I think Lisbon is the most beautiful city I have ever visited. It has an incredible home feel. The narrow streets surrounded by bright colorful walls going up hill and down hill leading to a more majestic view of the coast the higher you climb. Most of the time you feel you are indoors covered by a roof of sunlight with windows that peek out into the ocean. 

The trams run along the streets which makes the city feel more like a real-life theme park.  

Tram 28 gives a ride through the best corners of the city. It has been labeled on of the top ten tram rids in the world. 

 

We rested under this incredible tree that held a tablet as if it had been writing its biography. 

The writing was an old poem about the importance of wood in our lives. It tells the story of how wood forms our cradles when we are born, our houses throughout our lives, and even the coffins when we die. I remember having read this when I was in 3rd grade. How curious to find it at the opposite end of the world.