Le bonheur et la bonne humeur

"Si vous voulez que la vie vous sourit, apportez lui d'abord votre bonne humeur." Spinoza 

"If you want life to smile on you, you must first give him your good humor." Spinoza

Who knew that a candy wrapper could bare such wisdom? I feel that this little scrap of paper quantifies quite nicely my experience here in France; life is too short to have a bad attitude. We always here people say, "There are simply not enough hours in the day!" and while I agree with them wholeheartedly, I must add that it is useless to waste the fleeting hours in negativity.  Obviously there are those that battle depression and other malcontents of the mind who have little control over their own happiness, but I address those who choose to make their own misery when they have the power to do otherwise.  Negativity is counterproductive 9 times out of 10, and is strangely enough contagious, leading to a downward spiral of overall unhappiness and ungratefulness.  Ultimately, complaining incessantly about the tardiness of your train will not make it arrive any sooner;  whining about losing something will not make the past return it to you; and bemoaning your piles of work will not make them disappear.  The best way to help life smile on you is to laugh in the face of its difficulties, because the sunny forecast of a better day will appear sooner when you begin with less clouds. 

During my time in Paris, Kelly passed me a book entitled "Le Voyage d'Hector," which describes the journey of a psychiatrist seeking what renders people happy or unhappy.  He makes a point to question why those in the lands-of-the-most-psychiatrists are most often the wealthiest and most powerful.  He continues on to keep a notebook of revelations about "le bonheur," which are listed below:

1) Un bon moyen de gâcher son bonheur, c'est de faire des comparaisons.
    A great way to waste your happiness is to make comparisons.

2) Le bonheur arrive souvent par surprise.
    Happiness often comes by surprise. 

3) Beaucoup de gens voient leur bonheur seulement dans le futur.
    Many people see their happiness in terms of the future.

4) Beaucoup de gens pensent que le bonheur, c'est d'etre plus riche ou plus important.
    Many people think that happiness comes from being rich or important.

5) Le bonheur, parfois, c'est de ne pas comprendre.
    Happiness, sometimes, is to not understand.

6) Le bonheur c'est une bonne marche au milieu de belles montagnes inconnues.
    Happiness if a nice walk in the midst of beautiful, uncharted (foreign?) mountains.

7) L'erreur, c'est de croire que le bonheur est le but.
    The mistake is to think that happiness is the ultimate goal.

8) Le bonheur, c'est d'etre avec des gens qu'on aime.

-- Le malheur, c'est d'etre séparé de ceux qu'on aime.
   Happiness is to be with those you love.  Unhappiness is to be separated from those you love.

9) Le bonheur, c'est que sa famille ne manque de rien.
   Happiness is when your family hurts for nothing.
10) Le bonheur, c'est d'avoir une occupation qu'on aime.

    Happiness is to have an occupation you love/ is to love your job.

11) Le bonheur, c'est d'avoir une maison et un jardin.
    Happiness is to have a house and a garden.

12) Le bonheur, c'est plus difficile dans un pays dirigé par de mauvaises personnes.
    Being happy is more difficult in a country controlled/run by "bad people." (bad leaders)

13) Le bonheur, c'est de se sentir utile aux autres.
    Happiness is to feel useful to others.

14) Le bonheur, c'est d'etre aimé pour ce que l'on est.
    Happiness is to be loved for who you are.

Remarque: On est plus gentil avec un enfant qui sourit.
Remark: We are more gentle/kind to a child that smiles (a happy child) than those who do not.

15) Le bonheur, c'est de se sentir completement vivant.
    Happiness is to feel fully alive. 

16) Le bonheur, c'est de faire la fête.
    Happiness is to party/ to celebrate.

17) Le bonheur, c'est de penser au bonheur de ceux qu'on aime.
    Happiness is to think of the happiness of others.

18) Le bonheur, ce serait de pouvoir aimer plusieurs femmes en même temps.
    Happiness would be to have the ability to love many women at the same time. 

19) Le soleil et la mer, c'est le bonheur pour tout le monde.
    The sun and the sea bring happiness to everyone.

20) Le bonheur, c'est une manière de voir les choses. 
    Happiness is a way of seeing things/ a way of thinking. 

21) Un grand poison du bonheur, c'est la rivalité.
    A great poison/contaminant of happiness is rivalry.

22) Les femmes sont plus attentives que les hommes au bonheur des autres.
    Women are more attentive than men to the happiness of others.

23) Le bonheur, c'est de s'occuper du bonheur des autres?

    Happiness is to make others happy?

...Still in "the East" (more thoughts on Budapest)

 

Fisherman's Bastion: array of towers built end of the 19th century to represent the seven Maygar tribes that settled in the Carpathian Basin in 896, later creating the first Hungarian state under King (Saint) Stephen.  It serves one main purpose: to act as the ideal lookout for a perfect photo opportunity and panoramic view of Pest. 

In my less than 6 days in Budapest, I managed to experience an array of emotions and sights, the amount of which was enough to fill two entries of this blog. I must say, for a city that left me so conflicted, I have to take a moment to acknowledge this phenomenon.

Budapest holds plenty for the picture-happy tourist, and even* in the dead of winter (*some might say, especially),  the the city offers herself up for a glamour shot or two.  She seems to be calling out from every mounted mosaic and dramatically-lit bridge, "It's time for my close up Mr. Demille."  St.Matthias Cathedral atop Castle Hill is a perfect example.  The church is extravagant enough when viewed from the outside, with its mesmerizing roof and ornate gothic decoration (mixed with others).  Take a step inside (for a small fee, of course, because even church visits cost money in this country), and you will immediately find that your 3 euros were well-spent.  Every inch of the interior is covered with art deco designs and images, intertwining into eternity and romantically evoking the mediaeval predecessors of the church (originally built in the 13th century but its interior has been changed with each passing era).

My personal discovery of St. Matthias occured about halfway through my trip, I was lucky to meet a lovely British couple on my way up to Castle Hill, and passed the day with them, the product being the most delightful day I spent in Budapest.  Tina and Trevor, as I now know them, are two of the most charming individuals I have ever had the pleasure to meet, and it is thanks to them that I had the chance to see the interior of St. Mattias, the Buda Castle, and even went for a ride on the famous funicular. Sometimes you need to be reminded that spending a bit of cash gives you more than its monetary worth, it grants you memories that you otherwise would not have had and allows you to experience things that you may never see again.  Life is too short to pine over a couple of euros when you are seeing the world.

I promised myself after this trip that I would officially begin making lists of the things I did not have the time to experience the first time around.  This task is do be done with each place I visit, because I believe there is always somethings glazed over, somethings under-appreciated, because there are never enough hours in the day to see it all.

For Budapest, this is the list: [Go in Summer!]

The ancient ramparts of Castle Hill

The Buda Castle Labyrinth

Mary Magdalene Tower on Castle Hill

The Vienna Gate

Memento Park and its Communist statues

The Museum of Fine Art & Palace of Arts in Heroes Square

The Botanical Gardens in City Park, and perhaps the Budapest Amusement Park

The Great Market Hall (remember not to lose the camera next time)

See a ballet or dance performance

Get a massage at the Gellert or Szechenyi Spa and spend more time in the pools

Eat authentic food (better goulash) at an authentic local restaurant (dont forget to make a reso)

Buy more hungarian paprika to give as gifts

+Take a river cruise at night

Things I enjoyed but did not record:

Traditional hungarian dancing lessons with locals (with DePaul group)

St.Stephen's creepy hand relic in the Basilica

Heroes Square and its awesome horse statues (especially the one with the antlers)

City Park and the Vajdahunyad Castle (representing different architecture throughout Hungary's history), and the statue of "Anonymous" writer of Hungary's history

The super cheap opera (La Boheme for 2 euros)

Learning the 7 words I managed to pronounce and retain: kosonöm (thank you), kerem (please), [beszélsz] angolul? ([do you speak] english?), hello (hello), igen (yes), nem (no), egy (1)

All photos taken from flickr.com in lieu of my own due to loss of camera.

Paris of the East... keywords "The East"

         When I began reading about Budapest in preparation for my travels, I came upon its proud title as the "Paris of the East".  The implication of this title goes much deeper than the image recalled at face value, and I learned quickly that the most important words to consider are "of the east." Budapest has a very rich history, beginning from the joining of the cities Buda and Pest, and continuing through the chaos and terror of successive occupations by the Nazi and Communist parties in the 20th century.  In understanding the difficult times that have scarred the Hungarian people, I was able to better understand their attitude towards tourists and foreigners.  Unfortunately, until the end of my adventures in Hungary, I was more or less unaware of such critical events and was more convinced that I should find a modernized "Paris" like the one I know and love.

Instead, I found myself in a city (in many cases) laden with hostility towards non-hungarians, or a keen sense of how to cheat such foreigners.  I am aware of the danger one poses to oneself when traveling as a tourist, especially one not speaking the local language, but to be consistently stiffed change when paying for something, or to have prices manipulated in front of ones eyes by someone only after the fact claiming not to speak english, was all a bit too much for me to handle.  I reached the point where I had no desire to spend any money for fear that I would be ripped-off, which is unfortunate for all parties involved; I did not experience as much of the food as I had desired, and the Hungarian state did not profit from my touristy spending as much as it could have.  The Hungarian form of currency is the Florint; 500HF is approximately 2 euros.  In doing the math, there are a great number of zeros, and not being accustomed to dealing in such high numbers, many Euro-and Dollar-dispensing tourists are easily taken advantage of.  I suppose all my complaining sounds bizarre when you consider that for one week's time (filled with a comedy of errors and unforeseen late-night excursions to retrieve personal affects), I spent 70 euros in total.  I only wish I could have spent it on items of my choice and not those things which happened "par hasard" and had to be accommodated.

For all the chaos that ensued during my journey in Budapest, and all the hard feelings that remain imprinted on my memory, there is a great number of things that stand out as extraordinary and, without a doubt, worthwhile.  One of them is the outstanding architecture and extravagant use of art nouveau discernible at the turn of each corner.  The city is in an unmistakeable stage of recovery, having only recently emerged from behind the Iron Curtain, and the process of its facelift is easily noticeable by way of countless scaffoldings buffering glimmering, newly-restored facades and crumbling remnants of the Old World.

Another unmatched facet of this city's allure is its collection of nature hot-spring baths. First made marketable by the Ancient Romans (of course), these baths uphold their glamorous legacy by exhibiting decadent displays of architectural and artistic achievement throughout the ages. While many of the baths that remain in use were built at the turn of the century, and have since been restored, one cannot help but feel in a world apart upon entering the waters. The largest collection of public baths (and subsequently the ones I chose for the experience) is located at the Szechenyi bath house.  The experience is like none other, and quite possibly, in itself, turned my trip into a gratifying one.

The outdoor baths consistantly hold a temperature between 26-38 degrees celcius (80-100 degrees fareignheit), depending on the pool, and include a whirlpool, underwater jets, fountains, and, strangely enough, a few chess boards.  The most impressive and memorable aspects of this unique spa came for me at night when the air temperature formed my dripping hair into a series of tiny icicles melting ever so slowly above the rising heat.  There is no shortage of amorous young lovers in this sanctuary of rising steam, and I took great pleasure in watching different scenes appearing and disappearing with the ever-changing movement of the fog.

A definite advantage to traveling Europe during the Holiday season is the never-ending array of Christmas Markets that one has to enjoy along the way.  Budapest was no exception, and the entire atmosphere, with a little help perhaps from the Gluwein (Mulled wine), did a great deal to warm my frozen core, and even thaw my spirits. I vowed to myself to return when I have the money to throw at expensive artisanal crafts, precisely to purchase the most fabulous (as well as humorous) fur hat I have ever come across in my travels.

While I may not have had the chance to experience all the savory flavors that Hungary has to offer in its cuisine, I did treat myself to some specialties at the Christmas market and elsewhere.  Polenta with cottage cheese was most definitely an interesting choice, and not necessarily one I would choose to repeat, while Hungarian goulash is a must-have.  The most delicious item to tease my taste buds, however, was a doughy dessert called kurtöskalác.  It seemed to me to be a sort of sweet dough wrapped around a form, glazed with butter, and heated over a coal fire.  It can be served plain, as well as with cinnamon, sugar, or nuts as toppings. It was heavenly and left me with a serious craving for much of the rest of the trip.  Honestly, I believe I avoided the Christmas market after that night for fear that I would spend my remaining florint on said sugary goodness.

All photos taken from flickr.com in lieu of my own due to loss of camera.