From Sarajevo to Satu Mare

The last 4 days I was traveling and traveling, from train to train.
Scott and I left Sarajevo and went to Budapest, there we had a night and a morning to see all the city. It was fun and we took tons of pictures, the city is realy beautiful. It was really nice to see the capital of the country where 50% of my roots are.
Next day at noon-ish we took a train to Satu Mare (Rumania, but Hugary when my grandmother was born). We got there at night and, helped buy a nice train-man we got to our hostal. For our surprise, the hostal did not reserve a place for us and at 8pm it look like we were going to sleep outside in the rain. Fortunatelly, people in Satu Mare are the nicest people in the world (not just because my grandma is from there) and the train-man and other nice man helped us to find a place to stay.
The next day we expent it in Satu Mare trying to find the house where my grandmother was born. It was really hard as the names of the streets have changed so many times in the last 80 years. However, when we tought the cause was lost, a random nice lady was able to tell us the actual name. It was an unforgetable experience to be standing in font of the door of the house where 80 years ago my grandma lived.
At 4am next morning we took the train beck to Budapest and at 1pm other to Praga. We got to Prage exausted we are planning on hanging out now, enjoying being turist. One last thing I would like to say here is how much we miss Julie, without her we are not the trio, but we understand the change of plan and we love you everyday (we will bring you something)...
...to be continued