Delays, Spas, and a fucking stupid language

My trip to Eurpe this summer seemed plagued by ill omens from the get-go. My flight out of JKF was delayed, because of poor weather, and as a result, we were kept on th erun way for 90+ minutes. This in addition to the additional 90 minutes the flight was delayed. As a result, I missed my connecting flight at Heathrow to Budapest, and had tos it around Heathrow for 6+ hours, with only a 20 pound voucher, which goes not nearly as far as one might expect. I had a decenty breakast, and read/tried to sleep to kill the time. My new flight to Buda was delayed as well, and we sat ont he run way for another 90 minutes or so. I finally landed in Hungary around 7pm, checking into my hostel at about 9pm, a good 10+ hours after I'd estimated I would be arriving. As one might expect, I was not in the best mood, and my following two days mirroed the beginning. I won;t go into details, mostly cos they make me look bad, but basically I tried to be social and got ripped off. Not to make Budapest sound bad, but... well its a opoor post-Soviet nation, and, unless you love parying it up all night, it's kinda overrared. The baths/spas in Italia are way better, Ischia in particular. Yea. I said it. On Saturday evening, I took an overnight train to Slovakia, and arrived in Krakow, sunday morning. I'll tell that bit of the story soon.