Let me back up a bit and add onto last week's blog update with pictures of our return to Hungary from Ukraine. The ride home was quite interesting to Glenn and me! Uneventful, meaning without problems, but interesting none-the-less.
Hungary actually used to be 3 times the size it is today. In the aftermath of World War I, according to Wikipedia, "four empires collapsed due to the war, old countries were abolished, new ones formed, boundaries were redrawn, international organizations were established, and many new ideologies took a firm hold in people's minds." There is a large portion of western Ukraine that used to be part of Hungary, and in certain sections, 50% of the population claim to be Hungarian by birth. Much of the signage was in Hungarian and most people spoke both Hungarian and Ukrainian. In this photo the building with the colored window frames is the National Hungarian Theatre, but sadly, it is located in the part that was deeded to Ukraine after the war!
However, not all signs were in Hungarian! This one was found in a gas station inside Ukraine, close to the Hungarian border. I'm assuming this is in Ukrainian, so if anyone out there speaks Ukrainian and can tell me what HI and TAK mean, I'd be grateful. I'd be even more grateful though if you could interpret the sign for me! It looks like you're not supposed to vomit in the toilet, nor throw bombs into it, but you can sit on it and shake.
I loved this one too. We saw it on several bathroom doors in western Ukraine. We think it is part of their effort to be "green", but we aren't sure. (Joe R., any ideas?)
At that same gas station we decided to get some lunch because I was starving! Unfortunately, the stretch of road leading to the Hungarian border was out in the country and there weren't any restaurants to be found, so gas station hot dogs were the best we could do. They take a piece of baguette about 7 inches long, and with a long-bladed knife, they dig a hole in the bread and push an 8 inch hot dog down into it as far as it will go, leaving the last two inches sticking out. It was our first experience with buying hot dogs at a gas station (it's not something we usually do in America either...) and actually, it was pretty good. I was also very hungry so I wasn't going to be too picky at that point.
Just inside the Hungarian border we started seeing lots of apple orchards, mostly already picked clean, and then we came upon this apple processing plant. We were hoping they would have a sales room where we could buy bags of apples, gallons of cider, yummy fried fritters and dried apple rings ... just like we used to do in Elijay every fall in Georgia. No such luck!
So, we ended up stopping at one of the roadside vegetable stands and buying several bags of different kinds of apples. See those big white bags? Those are bags of shredded cabbage! Hungarians love their cabbage, and Glenn and I do too-in moderation, but we didn't buy one because I don't know how to make sauerkraut and I DON'T want to learn.
With all those bags of apples and us getting ready to go to America for a month, we had to do something with all the apples, so that weekend we made a batch of apple fritters. (Yes, Karin, only one recipe, cut in half.)
We then made more applesauce for the freezer. It took us quite a long time to peel all those apples but we were able to put away about a gallon of applesauce for the winter months.
With the left-over peelings, Glenn boiled them, added some spices and voila! Hot apple tea!
A new holiday decoration to Hungary that came from America this year is jack-o-lanterns! Glenn and I took a walk in our neighborhood this week and found 3 houses with lit pumpkins with faces carved in them! I think it is sad that THIS is what comes over from America!
During that same walk in our neighborhood, we came across this sign on someone's fence. Now, let me explain ... there are evidently no zoning laws here in Hungary because you can have a business in your house smack in the middle of a neighborhood. There's a pub, bike repair shop, building company, and a tiny grocery store one street over. Budafok Fitness is around the corner on another street, and offers so much: cosmetics, massage, solarium, pilates, haircuts, pedicures, nails, sauna, jacuzzi and tarot cards! One stop does it all!
Glenn and I were shopping at Kika earlier this week and I got a good laugh at this duvet cover and pillow set. Yea for Gummi Bears!
On Wednesday, Glenn and I took my friend and walking partner to the hospital to have knee surgery. Janet's doctor gave her very limited information about what to expect as far as the surgery and recovery period, but he did tell her to go to the 1st floor (which is the 2nd floor in America) and to "sit and wait on the blue couch". Such detail! As it turned out, there were pale blue sheets thrown over the blue couches. I guess it was easier to buy blue sheets to throw over the worn or broken blue couches rather than change the instructions on how to find the doctor's office in the hospital.
Friday, Tena and I hosted a baby shower for Jo Ellen. She's having a little girl, due in February. Glenn and I are excited about welcoming a new baby into our team family. (Technically, she and Scott are not on our team but since we work closely with them, we consider them part of our local team.) :-)
Becoming an aunt is almost as much fun as becoming a grandmother!
It was a nice shower and it was good to get the ladies together to celebrate this beautiful little girls' arrival! The games were fun (hard too!), the fellowship sweet, and the cake delicious!
The crowning touch was the lamb cake that Robin made. It was not only delicious, but it was also beautiful and creative! Robin didn't have a cake pan in the shape of a lamb (which is the theme of the baby's room) so she designed her own lamb using cup cakes. Ingenious!
Well, we're off again, headed to the land of the red, white and blue. It may be tough to update for the next month because of our travel schedule, but I will be back asap.
1 comment:
Those signs cracked me up! I love this post, Mom. Informative, funny and good photos.
Congratulations, Scott and Jo Ellen!
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