We had some great hosts in Budapest. We were part of a festival, but the festival lost some of it's funding so they ended up not bringing as many groups. So we got to perform at a lot of different places to fill the time that we would have been spending festivalizing. Andrea in the red shirt below and her husband Janosh (the George Lucas looking fellow in the back) were the heads of the festival and they spent a lot of time with us. More time then they normally would get to spend. It was funny but on the last night there, Andrea shared with us that there was something about our group, an aura around us, that she couldn't put into words. It's great how people pick up on the spirit and don't even know it. Andy, the short brown haired girl, was our main tour guide and helper. She really took to the group as well, and didn't want us to leave.
Zoltan, on the very left, was also our helper.

We met Atila last time we were in Budapest. We performed with the Hungarian State Folk Ensemble and he helps them out doing odds and ends. He also took to our group and followed us around to most of our shows. He just wanted a belt buckle and his picture with the cowboys. His story is an interesting one. He was around 25 in 1956 when they had the Hungarian Revolution. He was part of a police force that was on the side of the revolutionaries that was sent to arrest the Soviets. After the revolution, his name was on a list to capture because he helped the revolutionaries. So he was told to flee. He escaped to Austria and then immigrated to America where he settled in Los Angeles. He always said he would come back when the Soviets left. So in 1992 after they left and his wife had died, he came back to Hungary. He was the funniest guy who was always trying to give us sour candy and kiss the girls.







Afterwards we had free time to explore so we went to the castle area in the park right behind Hero's square. The museum was closed so we just took a picture and then went in search of the Jewish quarter with a few students.

We found the Jewish quarter but the Mosque closed at 5 p.m. and we got there at 5:02. We couldn't get any information on where else to go in the Jewish quarter so we just took a picture. Doug, Brian and Lindsay Watson, me.





