Recently my (absolutely gorgeous) partner in crime asked me to take on the first Wanderlust Wednesdays and though finding it slightly daunting, I figured my humble Hungarian hometown, Győr, would be an obvious and enlightening choice.
Primarily known for it's architectural beauty and being equidistant from both Hungary's and neighboring Austria's capitals; Győr is spread out but remains fairly local. And while I could spend some time writing about all the Viennese-style restaurants (Széchenyi Square), the historical chapels (Pannonhalma Archabbey) and the tourist hot spots that my quick research has popped up; my experience growing up in this city kept me fairly distant from these national gems. The truth is that having left both the city and country at age 15, I exercised very little of the freedom and opportunities that I now enjoy as an adult. Therefore, I can't help but feel that I need to revisit my hometown not only for the sake of remembering my youth but also to take in all that Győr has to offer with a new, fresh and a more mature perspective.
No wonder, a sense of inevitable nostalgia came over me while browsing through pictures of the streets that I once roamed during my pre-teen years. And coincidentally, after looking up the definition of 'wanderlust'...
a strong desire to travel.
"a man consumed by wanderlust"
... I'm moved to do just that. Wander. To wander through the alleyway (
) that, to this day, hides the best '
' (pastry). Past the residential houses that resound with a choir of barks when any individual passes by. Through parks that are littered with old benches under the shade of towering oaks (
). Along the banks of the Mosoni-Duna river (near
), which, if you're lucky, may hide an overused tree swing with a handful of 10 year olds still attached to it.
Naturally, you (awesome reader) might think I'm somewhat biased in my review of this city having spent more than half of my life there. However, at this point all I can really say is that I'm overwhelmed by curiosity. A certain keenness shows its face as I ponder what new will I find within the old streets of my hometown. And whether my spouse (who is literally from the opposite end of the globe) will appreciate the location of my humble origins and be as surprised by its subtle quaintness as I have.