We stopped at a little town north of Budapest called Vac. The town is unbelievable, it’s right on the Danube river with a nice park and walkway, all houses and buildings are pretty and painted in vibrant colours, best of all, they have an outdoor Saturday market that sells langos as big as your head.
How do I begin? In 6 short days, my Hungarian family has shown my husband and I more hospitality than thought possible. We were heavily feed, guided on sight seeing tours, brought out for ice cream, taught to ride horses, supplied with electricity, showers, water for the car, laundry (carefully folded by my great aunt), fresh tomatoes and grapes picked from the garden daily, Internet, you name it, they got it for us.
I love them from the bottom of my heart and miss them already.
Here is a picture of Matthias Church, apparently my great or great, great grandfather owned a house a few meters away from here. Yup, I’m basically famous.
My super cousin Andras.
Check out the Parliament Building, last year Carla and I got a private tour of the place.
My favorite place in Budapest.
And this is the Fisherman’s Bastion.
My wonderful cousin and his lovely girlfriend brought Matt and I to see the basilica. The ceilings are painted and gold leafed, simply stunning. The basilica also houses the dried up old hand of a famous saint which sits in a golden cage on display. Though I understand that the hand has great significance to the religious people of Budapest, I thought it was rather creepy.
Caution, creepy old hand cage plus painting of creepy old hand.
Eger produces lovely paprika.
Matt and I tried a few local wines at a wine tasting cellar in the city centre.
Random band playing in the park.
The Okanagan of Hungary, it produces lovely wines, paprika, fresh produce, plus, the all buildings and churches are stunning. We loved it here.
It feels like Matt and I have been visiting all the towns that Rick Steves has forgotten to mention. Balaton lake is a gem. The lake is huge, warm, shallow on the southern side and coloured so *blue/green that it is hard to tell sky from water. Why don’t more people know of this place?
*Impossible to capture the true colour on camera.
Look at this lovely brunette.
The irresistible stallion.
First, the introductions. Horses love to meet new people, very sociable animals, not unlike my Matthew.
This lovely male was Matt’s ride. His Hungarian name translates to Desert Storm.
You must clean your horse before mounting him. My husband, the clean freak, is an obvious natural at this task.
With the help of my cousin, Matt leaps into position.
Within seconds he is at ease with his beast.
This is how a horse looks when he rolls his eyes. Matt was trying to add him to Facebook, he rejected.
Mr Ploszanski conquered the first level of horseback riding, onto level two.
And now for the long journey home…
Treats for everyone!
What a spectacular day!
Matt and I are moving to Europe for a wonderful adventure. We land in Frankfurt and continue on to Poland where we will get our affairs in order. We’re buying an old RV and traveling the continent, taking pictures, making wonderful meals with local food and drinking loads of cheap wine.
Anyone need a fluffy cat?