Dad and I ended up sitting next to a table with two Spanish guys at breakfast this morning. While we were waiting for our food to come I was sitting there trying to devote at least some of my attention to my conversation with Dad, but I was also trying to eavsdrop on the Spaniards to my left. At first they were talking about the normal sorts of things, like how much this trip cost them, how it's worth it anyway, etc. But then I heard just the tail end of them talking about me and Dad. The part I heard went something like this:
1: Do you think those two are gay?
2: You mean like a couple?
1: Yeah, do you think they are a couple, or are they just father and son or something?
2: Oh, they're probably just father and son.
That's when I decided to surprise them and so I told them in Spanish that we are indeed just father and son. They got this sort of shocked/embarassed look on their face as they realized that I had heard what they thought was their secret conversation. I think it's actually the first time I've ever been able to catch someone talking about me in another language like that. It was pretty satisfying.
Anyway, after they took a minute to get over their embarassment we had a nice little conversation about being in Budapest and whatnot. I'm pretty sure that they were a couple themselves, so maybe they were just looking for some more gay companionship or something, but I enjoyed just getting to speak some spanish to them. Dad thinks that they were confused because I "look mature beyond my years and because he looks gay beyond his years." Could be... hahaha.
That wasn't the first time that someone failed to immediately come to the conclusion that Dad and I are just father and son. When we got to the hostel here in Budapest, the girl that checked us in thought that we were brothers and acted all surprised and shocked to learn that we were father and son. At first I thought she was just trying to flirt with Dad or something because I don't think we look anywhere near the same age so as to be brothers. Maybe in Hungary people have really old/young siblings or something. Who knows...
Budapest is definitely a 'grittier' city than Munich and seems to have a certain 'Former Soviet State' sort of feel to it (whatever that feels like...). I think I like it though. I can't say if I like it more or less than Munich though beause really they are just different. Munich is prettier, but Dad and I have decided that the Budapest girls are prettier. Munich has more fancy cars, but Budapest has more funky old cars that I've never seen before. Munich is flatter and has more bicycles, but Budapest is hillier and might have cooler architecture. Plus, Hungarian is a crazy language which means Budapest gets some extra bonus points.
The highlight of today was probably going to one of Budapest's many thermal pools. The one we went to was in a parque just a few metro stops out of the city center. It is kind of like a fancier, classier version of the Glenwood Springs pool if you know what that's like. There was also sort of a circular lazy river thing that you could swim in and it was kind of like bumper-bodies. It was pretty fun. Anyway, tomorrow is our last day here and then we will be taking a night sleeper train to Prague. The Spaniards said that two days is enough to see Prague, but what do they know?
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I think you might be right Dustin, about Karolina trying to flirt with me. Cause later on that same evening, when I had followed her back to the linen closet to mooch a towel so I could take a shower, I was trying to be content with one of the simple, smallish towels and she kept telling me that I deserved "a manly mans towel", and boy did she ever get her way with me over that one.
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