Home again, home again, jiggy jigg!

I am home now in Castle Rock Colorado. I spent a week in Montana, visiting friends, and visiting my mother. My stepfather is the State Commander for the American Legion in Montana. He invited me to sing the “Star-Spangled Banner,“ at the Korean Veterans Memorial add the National Cemetery in Laurel. It was my honor to do so! I felt it was a wonderful way to come home to the United States!

Now I’m home and I am must harvest the cherries from our tart cherry trees, and work on finding a new job. The cherries are at peak of rightness, and I am learning how to make preserves. The job market is reportedly very good, so I should find something in my technical specialty.

Thank you for joining me on this trip to Europe! It was transformative for me and I hope I maintain the new ways of thinking as I move forward in my life; Keep it simple, keep it clean, always say Yes, and be flexible!

Marian the Librarian-or not

I spent my last day outside of the US in London. I went to London via the channel tunnel train from Paris. It was about two hours, and in my mind, much more enjoyable than flying. They had movies available via wireless, a club car where I could order lunch, it was quiet, clean, and fast. I got to see the countryside in France and England. The portion that went under the English channel was fast and I didn’t even really think about how deep we were under the earth.

I arrived at the St Pancras station in London. My hotel was only two blocks away so I checked in quickly and got back on the street. I traded about €20 for British Pounds, and that was more than enough for my day.

The British Library is three or four blocks away from my hotel and I made a beeline for it! A friend in Paris recommended it when I mentioned that the library was close by. I’m so glad I went! It’s a library unlike any I have ever experienced. The books are old, and you can’t really check them out. You can register to read them while in the library. So I don’t know if Marian is a librarian here, or if she is a curator!

When I got there the first thing I saw was a big plaza. People were hanging around socializing and studying. It has a café in the middle. There’s also a large bronze statue of Sir Isaac Newton hard at work. It’s got a QR code that you can read with your phone and go to a website where you can hear Sir Isaac Newton talking about his life-it was terrific. I learned a lot about his childhood, it was a very difficult time he was not happy and his family life. It talked about his discoveries being the foundation for everything we do now, including the very iPhone I used to listen to the speaking statue.

I read every single word in an exhibit about restoring all the books. I learned how to take them apart, repair them, and put them back together as good as I’ve been or better than-new. I listened to poetry about the black experience in England. There is a huge exhibit about that. There is another big exhibit about manuscripts. We saw a Music, holy books, literature, maps, and more. The manuscripts are probably priceless. They are protected behind glass. That exhibit also has headphones by each subject where visitors can listen to audio having to do with each portion of the exhibit. Of course I stopped and listened to some of the Beatles in the music exhibit!

The library has numerous study areas, a ticketed exhibit, several cafés, and a full restaurant. I went to the restaurant for lunch and had cream tea. I went for the full thing and even had a small Prosecco. I started with the sandwiches then ate the scones with clotted cream and jam, and finally the sweets. They washed down wonderfully with Earl Grey tea. The restaurant was full so I shared a table with another lady. She is a scholar and we talked about psychology and anthropology.

I spent the entire afternoon and early evening there, I didn’t leave until the exhibits closed at 8 o’clock.

Then I went to a grocery store and bought items to eat for supper, breakfast, and lunch. I slept very well at the Belvedere Hotel. I had a tiny single room, and shared a bathroom on the floor. It was quiet safe and close by The train station.

The next morning I took a train directly to London Gatwick airport and got on an airplane to come home. It worked beautifully. I think I’ll try that train combination again the next time I go to Europe: Chunnel then ThamesLink.

I am back in the US now. I will visit my mother in Montana, and then settle in back at home by the end of July. August 1 I will hit the job trail again. 

Next stop, Montana, to see my Mom!

Liberté, égalité, Mbappe!

My apologies about this post. I wrote it and published it and there was some error in the app API and it lost everything except one picture.  So I am re-creating the post. 

I spent one week in Paris. I enjoyed several major activities: including Bastille Day and the final World Cup playoffs. 

Since I was in Hungary for the American Fourth of July, I missed the fireworks. But I got fireworks on Bastille Day! Our gang set up with hundreds of Parisiens on the cobblestone square at the foot of the Pantheon. We looked down the street and saw fireworks set off from the Eiffel Tower.  The designers used the entire height of the tower in there fireworks display. Fireworks ran up and down the entire length, bursting from the top and the sides as if the structure had been designed for it.

Football enthusiasm in Europe is everything I’ve been led to believe by the media. I experienced the final playoff football game between England and Croatia and then the final match between France and Croatia. In the final playoff game most of Paris was rooting for  England because they wanted to see a France versus England showdown in the ultimate match. That was not to be. Instead, it was France versus Croatia, which France won.  

It was such a unified cacophony! Music blared from a car parked outside the bar. Arabic youths sit on the car rock out with Coca Cola. People blared vuvuzuelas! They sang, they hollered! The people shouted, Allez les Bleus! Viva Griezmann! Viva Pogba! Liberté, égalité, Mbappe!”

I’m awfully glad France won! Not just because I was there and it made everybody happy, but because the feeling in the streets after the game would have been much different if they lost. As it was, everyone was happy, cars honking, people singing, people marching. I saw a guy rolling by on a one wheeled scooter waving a giant French flag, it was amazing! People partied all night long, some of my gang didn’t get home until daylight.

My favorite thing about Paris is la Défense. It is a new modern area of the city. A bit west of Central, it rises like science fiction out of the city. A vast plane surrounded by tall modern architecture built by some of the greatest multinational firms. All sorts of activities happened there. There are concerts, and right now a big playground with games and music, stalls for food, and goods from all over the world. I spent two days there I liked it so much. There are shops in the surrounding buildings, clothing, makeup, food, a big mall.I even went to see a movie, the Incredibles. 

This is where I will come the next time I visit Paris. But now my thoughts are on London. I have one day there and then home to Colorado.

(Em)bracing Baja

While I tally up my list of "lasts," Baja counts down to its famous Bajai Halászlé Festival. Halászlé  is a savory fish soup made with a specific species of mirrored carp, and paprika. It simmers for hours in a big cauldron over an open flame. When a neighbor makes Halászlé the whole neighborhood smells delicious. Our family have a specific site set up on the property for butchering and cooking the fish. Work stops when the fish have to be but herd. My nephew came home from his job for a couple of hours to slaughter the fish one night on our last visit. It was a matter of course and his boss totally understood. The town braces itself for an influx of people that can temporarily double its population. 

As I ticked off my last langos at the piac I saw a young-ish woman in a lovely green dirndle. It was so simple and functional that I assumed it was regular street wear. It wasn't until later, after I turned in my key at the gym after my last workout, that I realized that the dirndle might be a costume. I saw a teenage boy waiting at a bus stop, he was wearing a traditional black suit with a feathered hat. And, he was playing with his phone. It was a wonderful incongruity. I saw this as I rode my bike past the Franz Liszt School of Music, where I hear an orchestra rehearsing. It all fell into place; the costumes, the platforms spot hat suddenly appeared on the walking street, and other signs of construction in Centrum. Thousands of people will soon converge on Baja from all over the world to compete. Not everyone is excited about it. Some long time residents stay away from Centrum for a while. Others are excited and regret that I can't stay to enjoy the event. Some year I would like to witness it. It must be grand!

This was a poignant week. I felt tearful several times. My sister in law and I went on our last bike ride, to the national park. We discovered that the trails run for miles. I plan on another adventure there when I return! We saw cousins in neighboring Fajst, we visited neighbors for the last time, and other neighbors visited us. Several brought gifts. (Writing "Thank you" notes in Hungarian is an adventure. I threw away as many as I wrote. You can't write "neigh" when you mean "néni"!) I got my eyebrows painted for the last time. I think this is a very sensible cosmetic procedure. In my niece's words, we just wake up looking this beautiful! We don't have to put on a new face each day and wash it off each night. At my last pedicure the technician gave me the cute little snail-shaped toe separator. It is pink and adorable with little antenna! I ate a cinnamon roll called Cocoa Snail. Snails are big here. Literally, see the picture!

Last night as I listened to the frogs through my open window I thought of how difficult the trip has been. I've spent 12 weeks immersed in one of the wickedest languages for an English speaker. I've gone from understanding about 1% of conversations to understanding 10-15%. My family always understand me, and my communication grew in vocabulary and complexity. Maybe I now speak like a 3-year old. Or not. My 3-year old cousin understands conversations better than I do. And my 7-year old cousin tutors me. Friends and family happily congratulate me and tell me I speak beautifully. But I think that is love talking (thank you!) because I still have a hard time hearing l, r, t, ö, ü, and ij. Well, maybe it's progress that I kind of know what I don't know! 

Now I am in Budapest. I stay with cousins till Tuesday morning, when I am off to Paris. I hope to get a makeup makeover, and get my hair trimmed. I am embarrassed to say that it was so hot in Baja that I took scissors to my already short hair, and snipped off about an inch. I got the hair off my neck because the heat and humidity was stifling me. All the cute, whispy, fringes my stylist created looked like I was just pulled dripping wet from a lake. Not a good look. So, now it's more like a bob cut. I hope a stylist in Paris can shape up a bit so it looks more intentional. 

I have a second round of "Goodbyes" this week, and a new "Hello!" Next stop, Charles de Gaulle Airport!

Stork family in their nest at the gym. I saw two storks fly over the house this week, and another one hunting in a field. I love them, they are so graceful. 

Global Fitness. I bought the T-shirt. It's pink. 

Global Fitness has all the equipment you need. 

And, a room for classes. Take Andi's aerobics or Pilats classes. Guaranteed to kick your you-know-what (in a good way!)

Now why did my sister in law insist I take a different picture?

Ok, here is a better picture. 

Cocoa Snail. Better than escargot. 

Last templum in Baja

This is my last week in Baja.  Next week I head to Paris. So I am now counting down the last time I do things. For example, Friday was my last eyebrow tinting. Today was my last walk to church (templum). I put some pictures below. Church bells ring telling people church is starting now. The bells ring half an hour before the service and again 15 minutes before the service and finally a minute before the service. That tells people when to start walking to church. I usually head out at the 15 minute warning. The workmen finished laying bricks in the new sidewalk. Now when I walk home arm-in-arm with the neighbor néni we don't have to walk in the street!

Yesterday was my third to last fry bread at the piac. Wednesday will be my second to last, and Saturday will be the last. I could get langos at a shop on the Sugo canal, but that's not near as fun as going to the bazaar. The sights and sounds, smells of fresh flowers fruit and veggies, people of all descriptions, sellers calling out to passers by, baby chicks and ducklings peeping, kids eating ice cream, it is all rich and full of life.  I love the piac! 

I expect my last pedicure this week. And last visit with neighbors and friends. I hope we will to to Fiszt to see cousins. If we go we will take the bus. My husband told me what hard workers they are, and how picturesque was the town when he last saw it. The cousins came to the funeral, and we're very kind to me, inviting us to visit. I am looking forward to it!

I finished my mending, and will ask if there is anything else I can sew in these last few days. I haven't had many chores while my husband's sister is off work. She fees the animals and does the marketing. I do my laundry, clean the floors, help with the weeding and mowing. But she is a busy gal, taking care of dozens of things, and there's not much left for me to do. She will return to work a few days a week after I go home. She is basically retired now, just working a bit for extra pocket money. 

I think I understand a bit about how retirement and healthcare works here. I think that folks get a small pension when they retire. Everyone has basic health care and can go to the doctor whenever needed. There can be a long wait for major services. So people also pay privately for services that they need fast, or for specialties. For instance, I understand that many women get private pay services for gynecology and for delivering babies. Gals will save up money in order to pay. A doctor can have a career in a state hospital and a private practice at the same time. When a dog bit me I went to the hospital emergency room for treatment. I received treatment free of charge. Thankfully it was a minor injury. I don't know what it would be like if I needed stitches or surgery. Please, I don't want to find out! The pharmacies here are pretty cool. It's almost like going to see a nurse. You walk in to the shop, tell the white coat clad service personnel about your problem. Then he or she gets the medication you need. I was bitten by some kind of insect and my face swollen  up like a balloon overnight. I took a Benedryl in the middle of the night. The next morning we went to the pharmacy and the pharmacist gave me a stronger medication. It knocked me out! Note to self: take prescription antihistamine on my next trip. Benedryl is good, but my reactions are pretty strong and Benadryl only takes the edge off, I need something stronger. I hope that was my last allergic reaction in Baja!

What else is last? Today's lunch was the last meal together with my husband's sister and niece. We ate outside, it was sunny and breezy. I said grace, and started tearing up as I spoke. Afterward, Frank's sister hugged me, we both cried a bit. We agreed that it is sad that I only have one week left here. I will treasure every moment. Even the difficult ones wherein I can't make myself understood. Or when I don't understand someone else. That is most moments! Really, this language is wickedly difficult to learn! I know lots of words, but the endings are all twisty and turn-y. I recognize lots of root words, but with the multitude of suffixes I feel like the words all swim around in a big cauldron, swirling together and making no sense. I know that that is a piece of meat, that is a carrot, and that is pasta. But I don't know their relationship to each other so I don't know what kind of stew it is. I am positive that my niece told me that the gym is closed on Sundays. But yesterday she said, "no, it is open in the evening." Most of the time I just say, "ok," and follow along like a little duck after its mother. This will not be the last week of that! When I get to Paris I will follow my other niece around like a little duckling! The rest of the meals this week will be just me and my sister in law. She cooks like crazy and I look forward to her home fries. They are the best fries I have ever had. I think I already said that, but they are so swesomly crunchy on the outside and tender and buttery on the inside, that I have to say it again. I will be sad to eat my last meal of home fries!

Here are photos of my last walk to templum in Baja. 

When in doubt, follow a néni

The word, “néni,” (NA-ni) is a respectful term used with the familiar form of an elderly woman’s given name. Thus, “Elizabeth “ becomes “Ergi” and if she is an elder, she becomes “Ergi néni.” (Be careful about using the term though, as I discovered one day. Do not use néni until it’s super duper obvious that a lady is a néni. Otherwise she might feel offended that you think she is old!)

It's raining, it's pouring

The old man is snoring. 

Lightning overhead when we went to bed

And flooding in the morning!

We get some fall thunder-boomers here, and they last for hours. Back home in Colorado raging thunderstorms are rare. When we do have them they last for a few hours at most. Here, the rain can come in and stay for days, raining off and on, never letting things completely dry out. I welcome the rain because it breaks the heat. But, it's kind of flat here, and so the rain pools up and floods in lots of places. 

The photos below show our street, and an intersection near the Aldi grocery store. Police closed the road near Aldi because the water was so deep and covered a long stretch of road. I was out with our niece in the car, and we drove through lots of water. I saw it lapping up against the garden walls, and running into the courtyards. I wondered if the car would stall but we got through it ok. Only a few bicyclists were out, I was impressed by the hearty folk who braved the rain. 

The dog is afraid of the thunder and lightening. So we let him in when it's bad. However, he is an outside dog and is only allowed in the mud room. He keeps trying to sneak into the house and we shoo him out. He knows better, but fear is a powerful motivator. He has a secure place behind the door where he feels pretty safe so he settles there. 

The water drained off prettying quickly after the rain stopped. It is humid here so it certainly didn't evaporate. Some ditches still contain water, and it's hard to know whether it will drain off, if it rains again tomorrow or tonight the water won't have a chance to drain. 

I like the thunder and lightening shows. It is amazing to me how long they go on, it's hours and hours. All night long, and all day long, the show continues!

I think the most recent storm was strong even by local standards. I saw folks taking photos, and there were stories on the news the next day about big hail in Budapest. How did I know of stories on the news, you might ask, since I don't have TV. Well, our niece arranged for me to join the local gym for a month! (I need it too, I can't keep up with the wonderful food our family cooks!) The gym has TVs and so I saw the report on the news. It was neat looking at the TV footage of homes and city streets. The picturesque buildings are normal to everyone here, but still very interesting to me. 

The family's Facebook friends posted lots of images and some video footage. One video showed kids playing in the water. I told my sister in law that when I was a kid in New Orleans we had similar flooding. Other kids got to go out and play in the water. But my mom never permitted it. "Right, it is dirty water," affirmed my sister in law. Thanks, mom!