So we went to Hungary. Neel had a conference, and we felt that Callum just shouldn't miss this opportunity to travel to another country. He's a lucky kid, having now been to Europe three times in his first decade of life.

We decided that the refrain we use when it's time to give our dogs their treats should be Hungary's national anthem. Go meat.

I have so much more to share, and I learned so much (not least of which is that we should have stayed another day), but I'll get to all of that. Once I rest up, do some (!) laundry and slog through the 600 photos I took. Go Hungary, but good to be home.