I lost Grandma

In Budapest.

On the subway.

And then I found her, and we walked back our hotel.

She smiled mischievously and said,

“What is your mother going to say when I tell her you lost me?”

“Grandma,” I whined. “Be sure to tell her I found you.”

And then we ate ice cream.

When we traveled together, a lot of our days ended with ice cream.

August, 2006

* image is from Wikimedia Commons (a subway entrance in Budapest)