Dear Internet,

I’m sorry I haven’t returned any of your calls, but this week I moved flats (from the castle to Pest) and then taught five English classes at Nokia.  Right now I’m borrowing internet so I can’t write much, but as I type this, the sun is setting over the old world brick chimneys across the street, and from my balcony I can see a little evening dazzle on the strip of the Danube right at the curtain of Margit Island and the shadow of the old church there.  I promise to write during the weekend and include a few photos.  Thanks for understanding.

Love,

Jessica

ps:  If you see my mom, please tell her to send my winter coat asap.  I’m freezing.