The phone bleeps softly to let me know it’s time to wake up. The sunlight is not filtering through my window, yet it’s eight a.m. I call reception to order breakfast and ten minutes later room service arrives. My suite has a dining area but I prefer to have breakfast on the sofa. The coffee is good and the pita bread is not too bad either. The olives are tasty and the cheese is actually delicious. I check the paper. There is a greeting on it, and I find out that I’m eating “Tihany” camembert and something called Pannónia cheese. Both taste lovely, and I decide to keep the paper to remember to order some to take home with me. I will show my brother Hakim the flavors of Hungary.
After breakfast it occurs to me to let Amir know about my plans for the day, but I decide against it. He would ju
