Georgie and I were in Eastern Hungary to set up a Facetime between her grandfather and his sisters whom he hadn't seen for almost 40 years. It was a beautiful thing. We also happened upon one of the weirdest hotels I've ever seen. Built towards the end of the communist regime in Hungary, it has aged like a fading Dr Seuss book, filled with strange characters no longer drawings, but real life Eastern European families waving pool noodles and running around like Thing 1 and Thing 2. I'm going back there sometime, for a month. Send help.