Lost

Dani, Laura, Julie, and I went to the Museum of Fine Arts today, located at Heroes' Square.  I was eating my grilled cheese on the way to the bus stop because Dani and I keep forgetting that we have to include transportation time in everything we do.  We made it right on time at 2:30 pm (or 14:30, as it is done here).

Being a student in this city has its perks.  There seem to be discounts everywhere.  The permanent collection of the museum ended up costing half price- 800 HUF, or about $4.  There was a special temporary exhibit of Fernando Botero that would've cost extra, but we didn't pay for that.  This ended up being a good thing, because we later saw that it was about two rooms and it cost more than the entire permanent collection.

We spent over 2 hours exploring, and it was pretty cool.  The majority of the art was based on Chrisitian events, and I'm assuming that's just because of the time period.  There was a really cool Egyptian exhibit, which I loved because that's always my favorite at art museums, but this time I felt a bit differently.  I initially thought it was super cool.  But there were several wooden coffins and one actual mummy, and then I was thinking about how it's an actual person and people are coming and viewing it everyday, so I felt bad that this mummy had been relocated from its actual resting place, especially after all of the effort the ancient Egyptians went through to inter it.  But still, the whole experience was great, even though all of the paintings of food and pig carcasses and dead game and stuff were strange, as were the depictions of beheadings, there was enough peaceful and non-violent art to make up for it.

Well, our attempt to go home was an adventure.  We took the 75 bus to get there.  Assuming that all buses run in a loop, we got back on the 75 to go home.  We end up at a stadium, vaguely recognizable from the bus tour, and the bus stops and everyone gets off.  Apparently, this is the end of the line.  So we get on a nearby tram after carefully studying the map and the sign explaining the tram stops.  We end up going the wrong direction, so we get off and get on a tram going the correct way.  We get off where we think we can get onto the blue line of the metro, and thankfully, that ended up accurate.  It was dark by then so it was kind of worrisome (for me, at least), not knowing where we were.  However, it has come to the point where as long as I can find the blue line or find a certain tram, I can get home.  We happened to get on the blue line going in the right direction just by chance, and got off at the stop at the train station.  This part always gets us, because there are so many ways to exit the subway and no matter what, we always choose the wrong one and have to wander around a bit outside until we reorient ourselves.  We end up emerging from the underground inside of the train station, so we walk until we find a door and it just happened to be by a McDonald's that we recognized because we'd used it as a meeting place before.  We crossed the street, got on the tram that we know and love, got off at our stop, and walked two blocks to our apartment.

On a side note, I have suceeded in turning garlic blue or green twice now, and it's really really odd.  This time, it happened when the butter on the bread I had just put in the pan mixed with the olive oil that was in the pan with the simmering garlic.  So somehow, that makes garlic change colors.  It looks really unappetizing, too.  I'm trying to convince myself that it's supposed to look like that.  Otherwise, it looks like fungus and it becomes inedible.

Tomorrow I have class at 8:30, so I need to go to bed early-ish tonight in order to force myself out of bed early enough.