Chip Warren

Chip Warren

Budapest

A Middling Winter

On another occasion recently, I took a stroll across the Árpád bridge and snapped this photo of the Danube. There's something particularly wintery about the scene, the way the clouds hover and throw the light of the Parliament back onto the surface of the river. The bony trees.

Day 375: What is this, Top Chef?

Chopping onions for gulyás while plotting my creative jailbreak. Ditch the middlemen. Why let some suit decide if my stories matter when I could build my own platform?

Day 374: Down By The River

After yesterday's anxiety, a little perspective about my residency stuff. I sip tea that's too hot to drink, watch a fisherman casting into the current, and trace my location on Budapest's riverscape.

Day 373: It All Comes Crashing Down

Thanksgiving abroad, low key panic attack after I get a cryptic email about my residency permit reporting requirement. No clear instructions, a looming deadline, and

Day 372: Cranberry Sauce Sucks

Walk to the grocery store on Thanksgiving Eve—or just Wednesday in Hungary. Hunting for cranberry sauce ingredients cuz I became "the cranberry sauce