At the start of the ball, in front of the strange "tree of life" in Briggi's school.
Tenth graders doing traditional dancing. If I ever watch a traditional dance and don't jump four feet in the air when one girl suddenly shrieks, come kidnap me. It will mean I will have been in Hungary for far too long.
The four "P"s of Hungary: palinka (whisky/moonshine), pogacsa (salty cheese rolls), pickles (um, that's English!), and pezsgo (champagne).
Briggi was slightly embarrassed after sending her tenth grade students to sneak our table some more champagne.
Upon arriving home on Sunday, Lyla and I trucked over to the Tesco where we found, miracle of miracles... vegetables! So we made a lovely ruccola and sheep's cheese pizza, and filled our fridge with delicious colorful leafy things. On the subject of vegetables, I have discovered that, at least here in Hungary... I like tomatoes. In fact, my lunch today was a tomato and mozzarella sandwich. I do sort of squeeze most of the seeds out... but the things are like candy here. So delicious. Tonight... tacos!
Yesterday I was walking from school to the tram, in the rain and without an umbrella as usual. One of my colleagues drove by, and waved. Then, suddenly, she stopped her car, and offered me a ride. She wound up taking me halfway across town and cutting my commute in half. It was splendid. Thanks Klari!
I end the post on a funny little note... I live with an unabashed theif. Lucky she's cute!