I spent my very first New Years with mummy and daddy in Budapest.
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| Here I am building towers with mom in our cozy apartment right in the center of town. We had enormous fun in our little East European home... |
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| Every day, we left the apartment and I donned my snow-suit and dog hat so I could sleep on Mommy and Daddy's back. In the sunny cold, I dreamed soundly... |
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| ... of turn of the century buildings... |
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| ... of mom and me on Heroes Square... |
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| ... a night at the Budapest opera... |
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| ... gypsies over the Danube... |
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| ... the parliament buildings... |
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| ... and reminders of Hungary's sordid past. |
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| The freezing cold and dad's caffeine addiction resulted in frequent coffee breaks along the way. |
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| While mom and dad consider the amazing variety of Hungarian Goulashes, I sneak a bite of the local baby cuisine... |
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| Of course, no trip to Budapest is complete without the obligatory dip in their world-famous natural hot springs |
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| Here I am gearing up for the hot baths in my little swimming outfit. |
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| Together, we soaked outside in the hot baths on a Cold Hungarian Winter day... |
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| After a great city-trip in Budapest, we returned home to Leuven. Here I am in my little green chair, mesmerized by another one of daddy's amazing gravity-defying feats of coordination. |
