We returned to the München Hauptbahnhof this morning, courtesy of the good Mr. Ingo Zeller and his sleek Alfa Romeo, packed and ready for a full day by train to Budapest, Hungary. Magyarország, as they say in the land of goulash, paprika, and salami (yeah, sure, great architecture, 1000 year history, world renowned thermal baths, but for me Hungary means good food; and, of course, good relatives).
The girls enjoyed the train ride to Budapest.
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