That exhilarating rush as you cross the  rope and make your way into the VIP area, surrounded by pretty boys and girls? Every night in Barcelona is like the first time. Although the novelty of this luxury has slightly worn off, watching copies of my twenty one year old self will never get old. I’ve been you girl.… View Post

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So, being Hungarian gave me an upper hand on the basics, not that these basics would get me far. Good morning, “jó reggelt,” good evening, “jó estét,” how are you, “hogy vagy” and my favourite, “nem tudom, a magyar,” which translates into, “I don’t speak Hungarian.” … View Post

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