Hungary, finally

A couple of hours after the drunk boys missed their stop to connect to Prague and leapt off the train at the next stop in a panic, I awoke to a gorgeous misty sunrise, alone now in my car. Behold the plains of Hungary, called the Puszta. A few ancient looking homes with red ceramic roofs whiz by near the tracks, with fence lots and sometimes big long-haired horses with heads bowed to their furry front hooves. They seem to be mimicking a pervasive sadness that I remember seemed to plague a lot of the Hungarians. And now this Puszta is scattered with clusters of majestic wind turbines, turning calmly in sync, stealing the wind's kinetic energy and converting it into useful electrical energy. Hungary, I recall, is one of the very few countries to accomplish it's Kyoto reduction goals, although that probably has more to do with their subsequent economic crash. This ticket guy was short, with a big grey moustache, and was soft-spoken and polite. He looked so typically Hungarian that I was thrown into a warm fuzzy spin of sentimentality. Plus I was extremely tired. The train station, one of four, is more spectacular than Munich's. But on the platform, offers for taxis and accommodation, coupled with an almost paralyzing disorientation, prompted me to leave in a hurry, without even knowing where to. No map, no Hungarian money (the Forint) - why aren't they using the Euro yet? As if switching from English to German and now to Hungarian wasn't tough enough on my brain; three Italian tourists implored my help with their train travel, in both Italian and Spanish. My modest efforts to absorb some Spanish in the past were so distant and inaccessible now. Did trying hopefully push off alzheimers for a few months. (I don't remember how to spell it; is that a sign?) Then a Hungarian woman asked me for directions. Why does it look to anyone like I may know anything?! I bad at directions around my own home, sheesh. My offline map app is useless. Do I need to go back in there to buy a map or exchange some money for another Burger Thing event? I couldn't find lockers while inside, so with all my luggage, I strolled around a Budapest block. Lots of underground shops (in the literal sense) beckoned me to buy, I'm not sure what. There's the Burger Thing, but what?! No wifi? But, here's a weak signal from McHurls. 7/8 of the way around the block from there I found a bank machine that allowed withdrawal from my Canadian account. Wish I'd gone the 1/8 of the way in the other direction instead! So now I'm horsing out on egg mcmuffins, charging with the only outlet in the place, downloading new maps of Budapest, and uploading my blog. My plan, perhaps, is to take the metro, with my hefty luggage, to the Baha'i Centre and see if I can leave some luggage there and get advice about purchasing a phone. Wish me luck, please!