Now is the time on our trip where we see how the real people live. The Hungarian ones, I mean. This morning the children and I boarded a train for Szeged, where Dave has been working for the past two days. I managed to actually buy the correct tickets from the kiosk, a strong bit of work if I say so my self. The station is one of those marvels of glass and steel that rocked the world when first invented. We read a book about trains and William played with his new/old metal vintage train while ON a train. Very meta.
Dave and his coworker Arpad met us at the station and then we went back to his house to meet his wife, Vera, their 4.5-year-old daughter Abigél and their 15-month son Atád. And their chickens and dog. Vera, incidentally, was once an ultra-marathoner and ran all the way around Lake Balaton, which takes 20+ hours. Two weeks ago we ate lunch there, sitting down. Took about 1.5 hours.
We played in the yard, fed chickens, wielded a giant mallet to open walnuts, and then took the dog for a walk to the river. There is a dog at every. Single. House. They live outside in fenced in yards, apparently. I’ve never seen anything like it. The children had fun throwing fistfuls of dirt into the river, and the girls yammered at each other in their respective languages. Crew teams and kyakers paddles by. Quite a lovely scene.