Day Nine is beyond ridiculously
long, so I’ll combine only Days Seven and Eight and deal with not completing
the joke in the title of this post.
(Rule 4, right?)
Day Seven:
Impenetrable
The morning of our last full day in
Budapest dawned clear and bright, and I rejoiced, for we would be journeying up
to the other vantage point overlooking the city: Buda Castle. While we ate breakfast, there were two other
girls sharing the kitchen with us, and they asked us the requisite questions:
where were we from? How long were we in
Budapest? What would we recommend to do
there? And we bounced the questions back
to them. They were working as au pairs
in Geneva, Switzerland (as I had gathered from the American-sounding one when
she asserted that they should get a massage, as they wouldn’t be able to afford
one in Swiss francs), and one was from Brighton, England while the other was
from Washington, D.C. (ha! I knew
it). They seemed completely amiable, and
I found the southern English accent endlessly entertaining, but one niggling
nuance bugged me: either consciously or unconsciously, the American girl would
slide into a British vocal pattern.
