The week since

You know, it's been more than a week since we returned from our trip. It seems far away now, but the memories are pretty vivid because I've written about them. I showed the pictures to Eszter today, and tried translating all our stories into Hungarian. My favorite one to tell is about playing trombone in Nuremberg. Funny.

The week since has been pretty lazy. Get to sleep late (for some reason), wake up late, practice and eat. Mom's Easter package to me was full of chocolate and pop-tarts, which made my recuperation time very comfortable. That included two days of sleeping, watching movie trailers on apple.com, and more sleeping. Over the past few days I've gotten back into the rhythm of student life, like real practicing and class. Joey Wilson visited on Saturday night, and we showed him around the city nightlife (what little we know of it). I've written a lot of postcards recently, too, so check your mailboxes in a week or so.

Practicing is good now. I've figured out what to play for my jury at the end of the semester, and after half a week of hard work on it, I'm feeling confident it will go well. Guszti gave me great confidence during my lesson this week. He asked what my plans are for the future, and I said I didn't really have a specific plan as yet. He said that in only three months of lessons, he think I have come a long way and would be sorry to stop when the summer comes - it would feel incomplete to him. "Would you like to come back?" Oh yes. If I choose to pursue a master's degree, he said he would like for me to return to Budapest.

I will stop writing here, because I can't give a good testimony for my feelings after hearing those words.