Since it was Sunday we had to hit up somethings that we knew were open. I wanted to go to church but English speaking churches aren't that easy to come by when you are in a non-English speaking country. I made sure to set aside some personal time to remember Jesus and how he died for my sins. It was the best I could do under the situations. I feel that God understood.
The first place we chose to go was Margaret Island. It is a real island (they don't just give that name out willy-nilly, now!) in the Danube river in the northern part of Budapest. On the way we came across this statue. I say it is a man, Frankie says women. All I could find out about it was where it was located, Boráros square. So, I guess we are allowed to make our own guess.