Budapest was probably the most unique city I went to. Everywhere else I went reminded me of another city – except Budapest. Part of that comes from the language, I think, which is nothing like Italian, French or Spanish. It wasn’t just that, though. The food and spices were nothing like what I was used to (shout out Hungarian Paprika!), the people were so friendly, and the juxtaposition of pre and post occupation architecture really combined to make the city feel like something different. It helped too that everything there was much cheaper than in most of western Europe. I’d really like to go back.