On the last evening in my own apartment, I arrange my suitcases over again, lament my lack of summer-y clothing, dance sponatenously and check all documents for the umpfteenth time. The flight leaves on Sunday and the weather forecast for Szeged shows that spring is already much further in Hungary than it is in Finland. My travel companions are elated and far be it from me, either, to bemoan an opportunity to at least make our classmates envious. (A parasol and sunscreen, check.)
I fuss about little things. It's just what I do. I worry I leave something important behind. I worry Helianna and I will have trouble finding vegetarian food and come off as rude declining recommendations for pörkölt. I worry I'll ruin my own trip by stressing about my final work that goes on hiatus while I'm away.
I was going to learn some basic tourist-y vocalbulary in
Hungarian but my studies ended in being barely able to pronounce the letter
combinations. I might be able to awkwardly introduce myself. I'm glad that usually asking for directions works even in wavy hand-gestures, since maps won't be of much use when at least my sense
of direction is unhelpful at best and at worst... well. Let me just
mention the summer 2010, the Tokyo metro and a pouring rain and be done
with it.
And here's when I take a deep breath. Breathe in, count to six. Breathe out, count to eight.
This is actually a welcome break from my final work. This is a study trip, but a new environment is refreshing and it's always a joy to meet colleagues form other countries. I'm hoping to learn about traditional crafts and perhaps see some familiar things from new perspectives. I'll do my best to take everything as it comes and enjoy my time in Hungary. I pledge to be open and respectful.
Even for all my little worries, I am very excited.
Come at me, Szeged.
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