Marshall in Strange Places

Magic hour at Keleti train station, in Budapest The train has only pulled out of the station a few minutes ago, and it already takes on the ...

Taking in the Danube from atop Gellert. We had less than a day in Budapest, so we left our hotel and went for a walk, heading south t...

The first week in January is a week of looking. Looking at the work inbox in amazement that so many people were sending emails over the holi...

On the trail to Fuzer castle. Every country has a landscape that shapes its mythology. The beating heart of the nation. For Canada, i...

My new soccer hero, Hungarian goalkeeper Kiraly Gabor, who always plays in sweat pants. There are few sports fans who have lived with a...

Munich's Frauenkiche, all grey and grumpy in the Bavarian rain. We begin the story of this vacation on a train station platform,...

When it comes to writing posts for this blog, I am ruthless. About half the posts I write never get past the draft phase. The posts die for...

Let’s say you have a people living in a landlocked nation. Not only is there no sea, but this country is surrounded by beautiful mountains....