Why cross at the zebra?

While it probably wasn't one of the first words I learned in Hungary, I remember being amused when my host sister told me that cross-walks are called zebras, and still smile a little whenever it pops up in my mind.

There are a lot of things like that- little links that take me back to this or that in Hungary. Earlier this week, I spent a couple of hours looking through my pictures from that year. There were a lot of things I'd forgotten about that made me laugh or just wish I'd made a little bit better use of my time, or taken more pictures (fourteen gigs worth obviously wasn't enough).

I wasn't feeling particularly creative when I decided to actually sit down and make this blog, but the idea came to mind, so I went with it.


(This zebra is one I cross often here, and it always reminds me of one of those giant keyboards that Tom Hanks busted out Heart and Soul on in Big, classic.)