Toilet Paper? Really?

We are five days into our Eastern (and Easter) European vacation and, as it turns out, I needed most of the toilet paper pictured in the posting below on our train trip from Prague to Budapest. Our train was scheduled to leave at 9:30 a.m. and, as it would be seven hours before we arrived in Prague, DP ran across the street to grab us breakfast from (no… I’m afraid it’s not very Hungarian) Burger King. We were snuggled into seats 61 and 62 of our too-cute cabin for six, smugly enjoying our little breakfast-to-go, when I knocked over my BIG AMERICAN COCA-COLA spilling the contents all over the floor of the cabin we were sharing with a young Hungarian girl.

(Imagine how delighted she must have been! We had not even pulled out of the station at that point.)

It was inevitable, I realize now, that this wildly inappropriate meal would be punished by the culture-gods. Stir into the mix my general clumsiness and unusually high propensity for accidents and you have the perfect coke-spilling storm.

One pack of kleenex and half a roll of toilet paper later, we were able to set our boots back down on the only slightly-sticky floor of the cabin and apologize to our cabin-mate (who we would soon be calling) Suzy.

“I’m sorry!” I said, uncertain whether she spoke English but not able to communicate this sentiment in Hungarian.

“No. I’m sorry!” she replied. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that would last all the way to Bratislava.

Stay posted for more Suzy stories…

Remember, don’t leave home without a roll of toilet paper. You just never know…

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