Amy Butler, a wandering teacher, writer, and world traveler. Helping independent travelers explore destinations beyond the typical.
… Three weeks later, as my train from Budapest pulled into the Novi Sad train station, I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake. The outskirts looked depressingly Soviet and industrial. I reminded myself that city outskirts always give the wrong impression, shouldered my gigantic backpack, and began my walk to my apartment.
The next day, since I hadn’t yet visited the city center, I strapped on my Skechers and headed out, anxiety building. I felt like I was on my way to a Tinder date. Please let it look just like the pictures. Please let it be cute. I wound my way through the back streets, hitting the pedestrian area, and then all of a sudden – I was out in the square.
And it was adorable