I don’t think I would go so far as to say there is any sort of “boom” in Budapest, but there is a Dianetics Centre near Liszt Ferenc Ter, and there are usually 10+ people inside.

However, the Church here has just sold off 4 of their large properties, all at a huge loss, so while some people might be in, the state of the church is a shambles, financially. They are taking the money and running, basically.

Rantott sajt ain’t bad. I prefer paprikas csirke myself. 😉

Will give Mr. Tony my contact info.
Sincerely tours,
Mike

Gritty. Ohhhhhhh…. nice request. Thank you.

Oh, Miss Barbara! Amen to chocolate.

And muah right back, you poet-thing.

Stopped smoking cigarettes 2 years before my diagnosis, but I’d switched to e-cigs and smoked them right up to the day I was diagnosed. Nope, nuthin’ goin’ into my lungs but air if I can help it. Frenemies?? I’m *so* intrigued, darling. Yes, please do get in touch soon. xoxo

Ohhhhh… thank you for telling me that, sweetie. I’m making a note to include that in the post. BTW, after my novel is gonna come another sort of memoir to chronicle my year of lung cancer, working title: “Be Careful What You Wish For—memoirs of a failed suicide.” Heh, Freedom and self-acceptance. It’ll happen, I promise. If you want it that badly, with an altruistic motive, you’ll make it happen. Big love, Auntie Kate

Thank you, hon. I’ve been following your words as well. ::hugs:: K

Thank you, brother John. Thank you so much. And please do remember that it really does take one to know one. mille tendresses, K