I love Budapest, but...

I love budapest, but there are some things I could definitely do without:

1. Dogshit in the streets... This is a serious problem in Budapest. I think it's great that everyone owns dogs, and I especially enjoy all of the westies out on walks, but the special poop disposal containers seem to have little effect on how much shit there is on the sidewalks. I've decided this is a remnant of life under communism, it seems to say "my life is already so horrible that a little dog shit smeared on my shoes doesn't really make a difference." When I think of shit as a soviet relic, it's a little easier to tolerate, but not much.

2. Violent homeless people... I was playing with my cell phone while walking to the subway one day, when I felt something hit the back of my neck. Hard. I turned around to see an old woman with 5 full shopping bags in a tattered fur coat yelling at me in Hungarian. The bitch hit me. I didn't really know what to do, so I walked away. I couldn't figure out if there was something about me that screamed American, or maybe she was jealous of my cell phone (it is pretty cool), but when I told my Hungarian teacher the following day, she said she was attacked on Christmas Eve, and that the homeless are just really disgruntled and violent. Being homeless during the cold winters in Budapest would suck, but I'm still going to fight that woman if I ever see her again.

3. The laundry situation... This one really isn't that bad. I can deal with the lack of dryers, even if air drying my clothes does make them stiff and scratchy, but the spin cycle on our washing machine does not dry the clothes out at all. Two days ago it was like pulling my laundry out the pool, and they're still not dry. That's right, I've been wearing the same underwear for two days, life in Eastern Europe sure is tough.

4. Horrible service... I've gotten in arguments with waiters over misunderstandings, and apparently, the customer is always wrong. It's also not fun when you don't get your bill until you ask for it and the waiter ignores you for 45 minutes. But this is just another relic from communism, and thus tolerable.

Don't get me wrong, Budapest is one of my favorite cities in the world, if not my favorite. But I'm writing a paper on minority rights and the Roma in Hungary right now, and at this point, I'd rather be almost anywhere else but here. I guess I'll accomplish that tomorrow, because I'm going to Ljubljana, Slovenia tomorrow. Wish me luck with finding a hostel at 2 in the morning!