Took these photos while sitting in the plaza of old town Girona waiting for my tapas. Look at that face! I need a tiny lap greyhound. Read the rest of this entry »
I went for a walk Monday, up Gellért Hill. It’s one of the bigger hills on the Buda side, and it rises almost straight up off the river bank, leaving just enough room for the road that passes beneath it. It’s named after St. Gellért, who was in Hungary attempting to convert the natives when they got fed up, put him a barrel and rolled him down the hill. It’s a pretty steep climb.
Guest writer edition! Because I am extremely jetlagged but still need to stay awake a few more hours, I will be describing some of the excellent adventures I had last week that Ariana hasn’t mentioned yet. She was in class a fair amount, which meant that I had to be brave and explore the city on my own. It was really intimidating at first since I had no idea what I was doing since Hungarian is THE CRAZIEST LANGUAGE EVER. Seriously, it’s really weird and not at all related to any other language. Luckily most people speak English, although I was able to pick up a few useful Hungarian words along the way (kosonom=thank you, szia=hello/goodbye, and a few others). Read the rest of this entry »
We’re actually stealing Internet from the hotel down the street right now, but I wanted to say a quick happy birthday to Mike and my Grandma Ruth! We are currently in Eger, in the northeast of Budapest. It’s a lovely little town, with a cathedral, castle, and the northernmost medieval minaret in Europe, left over from the Ottoman conquest. Photos to come soon!
Nearly 170 years ago, the people of Hungary revolted against their Austo-Hungarian government. It didn’t end well for them, but the country remembers, and practically everything was shut down in Budapest today as people filled the streets to continue the traditions of wearing tricolor cockades and giving speeches in front of Parliament. Lucky for us this also means that many museums are free, and since most of the transportation workers have the holiday off, public transport is essentially free as well.
I got up early and headed down to the Danube Promenade to see if I could get some good photos of the shoes before they were crowded with tourists. Having woken up (by accident) at 6, I was so early that I actually beat the sun as it rose over the buildings on the eastern side of the river and had to wait for it to light the shoes a bit.
We had some friends over on Saturday for a game night, and we had to serve them something, so Hannah bought some turo cheese and some apples and strudel dough, intending to make Hungarian-style rolled strudel. Somewhere in there it mutated a little and became this delicious but not-too-sweet flat tart. It took us about 25 minutes from start to ‘oh no, we only own 5 forks,’ to twelve happy people eating strudel with their hands. Highly successful. I have adapted the recipe for American cooking, but if in Hungary, read ‘turo’ for ‘ricotta’ (and if in England, quark will do). Yes, this is much simpler with a pastry brush, but you can use your clean hands if you have to. Read the rest of this entry »