One Girl and a Big World

Welcome back dear reader!

School is now over for the year and I am back home in the states. With this free time, I am planning on writing several blogs over break. A couple days ago, I remembered another story from Budapest that took place before our train ordeal (which you can find in the previous blog). This blog will recount how my dad discovered the world’s best mojito at a KFC in Budapest, Hungary. The year this adventure took place was 2015.

The story begins one afternoon at a restaurant. We were eating dinner then the plan was to walk from the restaurant to the bank of the Danube river to catch a night river cruise so we could see the city lights by night. The food at the restaurant was delicious, and yes, we did eat goulash.

Once the bill was paid, my mom told everyone to use the bathroom because we had a twenty minute walk to the river cruise. I used the bathroom, joined my parents and brother, and we set out on our walk towards the Danube. Ladies and gentlemen, NOT THREE MINUTES after we had left the restaurant and started walking, my brother begins to complain that he has to use the bathroom. My mom, thinking that he had already used it back at the restaurant, asks him why he had to go again. My brother tells her he had not used the bathroom when he had been told to do so.

We had already fully left the restaurant behind us. We could not go back. In Europe, you must buy food or merchandise to be able to use the bathrooms in restaurants/shops. My dad begins to look around for a fast food place that we could buy something cheap so my brother can use the bathroom. On the way down towards the river, my dad sees there is a KFC nearby and decides that that was going to be Sebastian’s best bet.

Sebastian at this point is in DESPERATE need of a bathroom. He is getting more stressed as time goes by and he began to jump and move around frantically. My dad and brother run over to the KFC, leaving my mom and I behind to catch up. We, of course, are not feeling the same sense of urgency about this situation so we take our time making our way to the KFC. When we walk into the KFC, we find that is is very busy. When it is my dad’s turn to order something (because you cannot get the bathroom code without an order), he is rather slow at deciding what to get. Of course, what would someone order from KFC if you JUST had dinner ten minutes ago?

My dad is looking over the menu, deciding on what to order while my brother has resorted to doing the bathroom dance and desperately telling my dad to hurry his order up. As my dad looks over the menu, he sees a picture of what looks like a lemonade. Telling the girl at the ordering counter that he would like the drink in the picture, she tells him, “That’s a mojito. Do you still want it?” My dad just says yes, and hands over his credit card. Once the transaction had gone through, my dad asks the girl what the bathroom code was. The girl says it is on the receipt so my dad leaves the counter and both him and my brother rush to the bathroom area. Finally able to use the bathroom, my brother disappears and the rest of the family now waits.

From the start of the bathroom emergency, my dad had been a little annoyed. Annoyed at my brother for not listening to directions, annoyed at Europe because you cannot use a bathroom without paying for something, annoyed that the bathroom ordeal had delayed our arrival at the river cruise which left at a certain time. However, sometimes the Lord works miracles through KFC mojitos because upon the first sip of the (non-alcoholic) drink. my dad’s attention was diverted by the surprising tastiness of the KFC mojito.

My dad transitioned from being annoyed into a white girl. He was swirling his mojito like a white girl swirls her Starbucks iced coffee. The funniest moment was when my brother came out of the bathroom and looked at my dad happily slurping his new favorite drink. My dad slurped his mojito so fast, that when my mom asked to try the drink, there was only about 10% of the drink left. Obviously disappointed, my mom said, “Mario! Ya te lo acabaste?!?” My mom got one sip to taste, my brother and I got none. To this day, my dad states that the KFC mojito in Budapest was the best tasting mojito he has ever had (excluding the ones he makes of course). And obviously, the Medina family learned that day that KFC’s in Budapest Hungary offer non-alcoholic mojitos… you learn something new each day!

P. S. – We did make it to the river cruise that evening. Budapest is beautiful at night. So dear reader, if you ever go to Budapest, be sure to try a KFC mojito and view Budapest from the Danube at night. The memories will be worth it.

Online picture of a KFC mojito for proof that it really does exist 🙂

Budapest by night

Picture overlooking Danube and Budapest

On the river cruise. Enjoy the moodiness of this picture.