We're still not really sure when we decided to come here, because eastward exploration was never part of the original plan, and if nothing else, we had the story of hurtling through Slovakia in the dark under the supervision of a dreadlocked and seemingly underage Hungarian train conductor with lazy speech. But there was something else, and trumping Slovakia are the stews and the bridges and the glowing castle on the hill, and a favorable exchange rate that had us living like kings.
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