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I’ve come to realize the reason for the ungodly plug-in air freshener. My bed smells like urine. It’s not good. I tried scrubbing. Hard. But it still smells like old-lady urine. I speculate that bed-wetting may be why the old lady was shipped off to the nursing home. The can’t-wait-to-move countdown is at less than ten days!

Feeling a little underutilized at work. And the work that I’m doing seems more chart-perfecting than a valuable learning experience. Hmm.

Said goodbye to Harpswell on Wednesday at a little good bye party of the old standards (Janos, Kat, Aran, Matt, Noemi) and the law ladies I invited a long (Julia, Melanie, Kalli). Harpswell is headed back to Maine for the summer, than staking out a new life in Chicago. She hopes to go to nursing school there after a year. We toasted the last of her two-years worth of nights with Drehers, watching hot Hungarian salsa dancers and gyros. They’re so good.

Thursday was a wild evening storm. Noemi and I were shoved in from an outside table at the restaurant down the street. We loved the swing in temperature at the crack of the storm. Luckily there's a night bus between my house and Noemi's.

Friday was Zold Pardon, Buda's hot night spot for rockin' music. The teenagers dig it. Melanie and Kalli were skeptical, but Janos and I managed to convince them of the merits of the joint with the 100-forint entrance turnstill, pulsating tunes like "what is love" and "eye of the tiger," and a fantastic blend of merry young hungarians and sketchy Chinese businessmen.

And Saturday morning before heading to Eger? I woke up early to catch the train, but Janos was already up and about, slamming doors at 7:00 am in the morning. I didn't know what he was up to, I didn't open my door until i hear him stomp down the courtyard walkway. I shook my head at his antics, and opened the door to head into the shower.

But then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a girl. Standing in Janika's room, looking out the window. Her hair, like a dream, was most likely flowing in the breeze. I gaspes a "Szia" before dashing into my room to better clad myself and find my glasses. When i popped back out, capable of seeing this time, she was still there. Redish hair flowing. 20 or so.

She spun and smiled. She stuck out her hand. She introduced herself as Monika. As if to explain her magic apperance, she said she was Janos' niece. She spoke a beautiful English lacking in communiation between Janos and I.

Her t-shirt, I kid you not, I swear to god: "Porn-Star-In-Training." Branded across her chest.

She's headed to Debrecen next yeat to become a translator. She was in town with her mom - Janos's sister - to see the Night of the Museum festivities. (All the city's museums stay open until 2 am with special programming, the Saturday night closest to the Summer solstice.) And she came, apparently, to stuff my freezer full of meat. More meat than I've ever seen in my life. Certainly more meat than our little kitchen can handle...