The past doesn’t exist except in scattered photographic album of our memory. We revisit these memories and spend minutes, hours and sometimes weeks thinking about the time that no longer exist. Memories that are pieces of puzzle that unfold every day of our lives creating another page for the past and tomorrow. The past is an anchor. It forces us to stop and reminisce. We sit and think about lessons we learned so that we can maneuver with same or better choices as we move forward with life.
We did a lot of walking today around the city. Cheffy was pretty sad about the growth of Budapest where the history is slowly fading and the new modern is taking over. Historic buildings turning into new venues, casino actually exist in this old town, and more and more car traffic. What once was a beautiful and intricate place and fine dining, more and more hotels are now modern with cheap eats and stay. I can see it in his frustration that once was, will never be the same. Nonetheless, i am proud of his history. Because of this, I have learned the fundamentals of the origin of all the pastry and cooking techniques.
“be greatfuL for the smaLL things, big things, and everything in between.”