Love in Budapest

I had the opportunity to attend my cousin, Tivodor’s wedding in Budapest, Hungary two weeks ago, this being his third try at marriage. This celebration also set the mood for the rest of the trip. Reuniting with loved ones, family that I haven’t seen in ages and missed. Through out my travels in Budapest and Romania I realized the importance of my roots. My grandmother, who died of cancer when I was 2, was the eldest of 13 children. I remember as a child having a hard time memorizing the names of all her siblings, all Hungarian names that were foreign to me since I only spoke Romanian. Many and most have passed on to better lives free of wars, famine and Communism, all are missed very much by the living. Today my family is a lot smaller. I hope that love brings us together again for another celebration and the tree continues to grow more branches and stronger roots.