This blog post, co-authored by Lyla, is a dedication to one of the craziest, loveliest, most-trivia-filled, welcoming-est people we've met in Hungary.
We met Briggi at orientation but didn't really chill much. Then she invited us to go with her to Etyek for the first wine fest, and it all sort of went downhill from there. Because of Briggi, we've been to more than one lovely little town in Hungary, and been hosted by real Hungarians on several occasions. Unfortunately we've also been to Heves several times because of Briggi, but she makes it so much less hell-holey. Well, at least purgatory-holey. We've wound up swindling beer from tenth graders, making a bonfire with evangelical Christians, and lifted off our feet by giant magyar 20-somethings in a mostly-pitch-black bar blasting early 90s death metal.
Briggi chatters away constantly with random history and cultural trivia that we secretly appreciate while telling her to shush. She carries around a notepad that she relentlessly badgers Hungarians to write phrases in. She wakes up at around 5 every morning, often to bake for others, or at least to putter around quietly in our kitchen after a long night out. She often dresses like a boy, but is getting much better in that regard. ;) But she makes no apologies for who she is. She may claim otherwise, but we think Briggi knows that she is awesome.
Despite all her trivia, she can be naive, which leads to some funny situations, such as why she couldn't understand why Unicum should be marketed in America under a different name. Or when she sleepily confused Lyla with the main character of a much beloved television show.
Briggi is super enthusiastic about everything, and if not, can usually be manipulated into a fever-pitch of excitement anyway. She takes notes about everything, which she then promptly loses. The mention of anything even vaguely risque, such as when we mentioned "bust line" when discussing tops, makes her blush and giggle.
She's leaving this country that she loves more than most people love their dogs to go home to America and find a place in grad school for education. She wants to come back. We know that she will do whatever she wants to.
We love you Briggi and we will miss you on our bed, sillily requesting politely to drink a glass of water, more than you can know next year.
And no, I will never, ever delete the "Just Dance" video. You know what I mean.
2 comments:
So...I saw the title and burst out laughing! Then I read the post, and I laughed/chocked up again. I will MISS you too! (And I was hoping to make it through one day this week without chocking up...maybe tomorrow)
I am sorry to hear Brieggy is leaving. Tell her safe journey and keep you on speed dial. xo0o0x
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