As
the train pulled into Keleti Station in Budapest, I felt a surge of
adrenaline rush. The station is no ordinary Eastern European train
station; it is an enormous architectural masterpiece. I stepped onto
the platform and it felt like I was transported back to a time where train travel was ideally romantic. We were herded by the crowd
towards the exit of the station. We tried our best to blend in with the crowd and
pretend like we knew where were going. It was difficult because we
couldn't stop marveling at the surrounding architecture. Walking
through the city to our hotel feels like walking through a giant open
air museum. Every building looked so grand. It is exactly like what Frommers said about Budapest: "It is a feast for the eyes".
We
arrived at the New York Palace Hotel after a 20 minute walk through the
cold, damp city. As the hotel is a 5 star hotel, we were the only
people checking in with backpacks on our backs. This is probably the nicest, most
posh hotel I've ever stayed in. The real thing looked even better
than the pictures on the internet. We dropped off our luggage and
headed to the hotel's cafe for lunch. We couldn't believe the
grandeur of the New York Palace Cafe. The ceilings are decorated with
mock renaissance paintings and gold trimmings. Hanging off of the ceiling
are glittering antique chandeliers. I was a little confused as
to whether I was in a cafe or a Rococo palace. With the slightly
chaotic atmosphere of the lunch hour, this cafe feels like a venue
where the "Great Gatsby" would hold his parties. Through out my lunch, I half expected to see someone like the Great Gatsby to walk in at any moment. It really
was hard to pull ourselves away from all the luxury and venture out
into the cold for sightseeing.
After
much lagging and procrastination, we finally headed out for some
sightseeing. Our first stop: the parliament building. In the late
February afternoon the city was covered with a light mist that made
our clothes feel damp. The humidity in the air chilled us to our
bones. Standing in front of the parliament, we witnessed a thick
layer of fog hovering over the glorious building like its protector.
Despite the bone chilling cold, the mist and the fog really put a
mysterious spin on the site.
We
walked through the pedestrian street of Vaci Utca, the Champs Elysees
of Budapest hoping to find a cozy little cafe where we can shelter
ourselves from the cold. After passing by some clothing stores and a
Burger King, we turned onto a little side street and found just the
place. I desperately needed something to warm me up and the cafe
offered just the perfect item: steaming hot Hungarian Goulash Soup. I
have never been so happy to see a bowl of hot, fragrant soup! The
aroma of the Hungarian Paprika created a warmth in my mouth that
spread slowly through my body in a way only a person who's
experienced the perilous nature of an Eastern European winter can
appreciate.
After
an early dinner, we walked out into the freezing night and rushed
back to enjoy all the wonderful amenities of our posh hotel.
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