Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Baja, Hungary

Baja is pronounced, "BAH-yah." The "a" sounds like the "a" in "father." Baja is my husband's home town, and I am staying in his childhood home with his sister and niece. The family have owned this place for at least four generations. It is a wondrous thought to me!

The house is traditional brick faced with stucco and topped with a tile roof. Like all the other houses one wall affronts the sidewalk and a gated wall continues across the driveway. This gate is solid, and can open to let a car enter, or, a smaller door in the gate opens to admit persons. Inside is a courtyard with a grassy area surrounded by rooms of the house. There is a large back garden with fruit trees, bushes, grassy area and an area for some kind of crop. The whole garden is joined by other neighbors' gardens on each side and the back. Trees and bushes obscure the adjacent properties. The result is that each block is enclosed by a continuous wall and the center of the block is a huge garden divided by fences. It is lovely and private and birds provide a constant concert.

This town is the end of the line for the bus I took. It is a medium sized town, smaller than my home town of Castle Rock, Colorado. It probably hasn't grown much in the past 40 years. But it is on the Danube ("Duna") River and is important in the region. It hosts a world-wide carp soup cooking competition every year. This is the official website. Halászlé is an important regional dish, and it has a prominent place in the lives of the residents. It must be made in a certain way, and traditionally the men cook it and the women assist with the preparation. Halászlé is cooked outside in a large cauldron over an open flame. It takes hours and the enticing aroma fills the entire neighborhood. I imagine that everyone's mouth waters and they start thinking of nurturing their own batch!
Baja, HU



Monday, April 23, 2018

First days in Budapest

I had stayed awake for 24 hours, so I slept fairly well my first night in Budapest. I took a Melatonin the second night, but woke in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep. So I messaged relatives in theUSA asking how much Melatonin I could take. I took a few more and still didn't sleep. So I listened to my Humgarian language course. Eventually I slept. But, oh! what a nightmare I had! Imagine being chased by a very bad person and not being able to escape. Eventually I discovered that I was in hell - bummer! I woke up just then and was rescued from an eternity of running.

I'm staying at my cousins' home in Budapest. Their grandchildren are visiting, a tiny boy and a primary-school age girl. She is helping me with Hungarian language. We are watching NickJr on TV and I am learning colors and numbers. The Smurfs are also on TV, I am excited because I love their name in Hungarian, it means "little blue [garden] gnomes." So cute! My little cousin isn't as enamored of Smurfs as am I.

My breakfast was bread and butter with marmalade and some specialty sausage. Lunch was liver pate on toast with home made tomato soup. Dinner was crepes filled with cocoa or marmalade. I make coffee a couple of times a day, trying to stay awake.

I get lots of sunshine playing outside with the children. The baby boy and I have about the same level of Hungarian language, except he understands more than I do. I listen and look at pictures when his grandmother reads to him. I am so proud to learn that "dump truck" is "dumpolo." I can remember that!

They have a pretty garden in back, with big old trees, oleanders, and a chicken run. Two chickens provide all the eggs the family needs.  I enjoy some soft boiled eggs, they are fresh and flavorful. They remind me of the fresh duck eggs my friend from the gym provides. Yummy!

Mostly I relax and play with the children. My cousin apologizes, thinking that it's no fun for me. But, I think it's perfect!

The next step is to take the bus three hours south to my husband's hometown. I've never ridden the bus in Hungary, so my cousins will teach me what I need to know. Then I can do it on my own.







Friday, April 20, 2018

London Layover





I arrived safely in London. I had a nine hour layover, so decided to take the Gatwick Express train into the city. I disembarked at Victoria Station and then went for a walk. 

The English Rose café

I found the English Rose Café and had a fresh scone with clotted cream and jam and a pot of Earl Grey tea. The scone was sweet and soft and buttery with a bit of fruit, possibly current.  It was small and not much like the large, hard, scones I’ve gotten in Denver.  I walked around a little more, then took the Express back to get airport.  If you blocks that I saw were a mix of old and new architecture and you looked like what I might see in Denver. I saw three or four wine bars, sushi, Thai, Indian, and other ethnic restaurants.  It’s good to stretch my legs and get some sunshine because now I’m totally off my sleep pattern.  Next stop, Budapest Hungary. 


The English Rose Cafe