A Gothic In Budapest

If you would have asked me as a young adult where I wanted to travel once I got the means, Hungary would not have been the first thing to come to mind. Truthfully, it would not have even been top 5. Eastern Europe has always felt like it sat in the shadows of Western European powerhouses like London, Paris, Barcelona, etc. I am so glad that with age comes wisdom.

I like to believe that as you grow into who to you are, it is important to concretely establish your likes and seek them whole-heartedly. One unwavering taste, that has stayed with me always, is a genuine fascination with edge. I am someone who savors life on the fringes, sulks in moodiness and thinks drama is an essential part of identity. For it is on the the fringes that break throughs take shape. My sister has calls me “terminally unique.” I just think my wavelength holds exclusive flare.

Vienna is the birthplace of classical music and Florence is home to the Renaissance. Both styles of an evolving Europe during dark times. I believe that the evolution into Baroque and Gothic styles was the true pinnacle of radical expression during the middle ages. Peaks that allure and