It's pissing rain in Budapest and I couldn't care less. The hostel, which was a little tricky to find, was well worth the search. It is sort of an old European, James Bond-esque (there's an inner courtyard that would have served well for surveillance and leaping stunts) place that is, hilariously, furnished entirely by Ikea. The street it's on is a long one with theatres that show Contact (directed by Susan Stroman who choreographed the new Producers) and a Hungarian Spring Awakening. All the buildings are old and elegant. There will be so much to explore. And it looks like good food will be cheap and easy to find. I'm glad to be here for a few nights. Darcy can rest easy that his recommendation was a good one.