Passing on the umbrella


Budapest is brilliant when it rains. It rains, and then it stops. It is the type of rain that urges you to stop in somewhere for a coffee or a glass of wine. As lovely as it is to avoid getting my feet wet, I am a little regretful to voice out loud that “when it rains in Vancouver, it can rain for a week or at the very least, the entire day.”

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