After devouring endless plates of chimney cake in Hungary, I finally understood why it's called 'central' Europe – everything goes straight to your middle.

Hungary's ruin bars in Budapest are so quirky, you'll sip pálinka amid crumbling walls and think, 'This is what happens when history parties too hard.'

I tried to learn Hungarian in Hungary, but after five minutes, I realized the language is just vowels playing hide-and-seek with consonants.

Floating in a Hungarian thermal bath, I pondered life's mysteries – like why a landlocked nation mastered hot tubs better than anyone.