I'm in Budapest, Hungary. That's in Eastern Europe, for those (like my sister) who can't find Hungary on a map. Europe is also the large continent to our right.
In 48 hours, i've noticed no less than 5 people with broken arms. It's somewhat of an epidemic here. Also, my food is always covered in paprika and cucumbers are hidden in every meal. Plus a single tomatoe slice.
I actually haven't seen the city yet. It's a work trip, so I'm doing the same stuff on a computer screen, minus the cubicle. Speaking of which, I learned there was a leak in the ceiling at work directly over my cube. I have bad luck.