Budapest, Drugs and Sushi

I traveled with Bethany back to Budapest on Monday so she could catch her early morning flight- Tuesday.
I also went to Budapest because one of my therapy patient's sister asked if I could buy medicine for her son (early 20's). Apparently, their doctor told them that if they can buy the meds he needs in Hungary, they would be saving A LOT of money!
I agreed right away, but later it occurred to me that if I was traveling by train, I would most likely have my bags checked by a customs agent upon entering Ukraine. AND- the last couple of times we went into Hungary by vehicle, the customs officials had asked us if we were carrying pills (along with asking us if we had cigarettes or alcohol).
I was pondering what to do (if the customs agent did end up asking me) going back and forth between being truthful or half-truthful or just plain lying if I was asked. I was justifying the lie by telling myself that these people were good people (my patient's family) and that they deserved a break on the cost of the meds. But, then I thought- well, what if I say I do not have pills and they find the meds in my bag. That would most likely be really bad. And then I thought, you know, I don't want to lie. I want to be truthful. God is going to take care of this. So, I decided that if they asked if I had pills, I would say yes and show them.
So- I got off the train in Chop, went through the line to get my passport checked and stamped and then dutifully brought my bag over to a waiting customs official. She began by asking me (in Ukrainian) my nationality. I thought she was asking where I lived, so I said Uzhorrod- which made her laugh- but then she realized I understood English (after I showed her my USA passport), so she continued in English.
She then asked what I was doing in Ukraine- she was genuinely interested. I told her I was an occupational therapist and volunteered at the Children's hospitals and worked with people in their homes, blah blah.
After hearing this, she got so excited and started telling me she has back pain and needs some help and that her 3-year-old grandson has cerebral palsy and wanted to know if I could help him...
So instead of asking me the standard questions and looking through my bags; we exchanged phone numbers, talked about getting together soon and our mutual love for Transcarpathia.
Phew.
Thank God.

Also, I ate some good vegetarian sushi in Budapest. 🍣