Too. Many. Things. To. Write. About.

behind behind behind! and I’m flying home sunday!

here’s the short of it after lake balaton: we drove south, then east, then northwest…first to pécs, which was a tad under construction.

the best part of my day was finding a collection of locks across the street from some university.

those of you who can read hungarian may find some humour in this close-up.

after pécs, where we didn’t even have time to spend the night, we passed through mohacs ‘til we got to szeged. there, we watched some movie we didn’t understand about a kid named öcsi who seemed to be having a lot of dreams (we think).

it was a fun city, slightly seedier than the rest we visited, with prostitutes greeting us on the drive into town…in the center, though, szeged was cleaned up and proper like this…(mike wouldn’t let me take pictures of the hot street girls.)

we also agree that szeged is probably home to the best bakeries in the country, but mike has dibs on our pictures of foodstuffs…speaking of food, however, we visited the pick salami and paprika museum where we got to taste some of the famous salami. after swallowing a bite of the tasty meat, we got to read about the salami-making process.

i like to think i would’ve been one of the groping women, but i can only dream. in the museum we also saw lots of pictures that made us very hungry.

not satisfied with that experience, we visited a nearby pick market. for some reason, we didn’t buy anything, although I wanted to try the famous winter salami (called téliszalami) encased in horse intestine.

after our first day and a half of szeged, we drove drove drove across the border to subotica, serbia (sorry, dorina…it was mike’s idea) where we saw markets that looked like this, chock full with hungarians and paprika.

so much paprika that people were buying it by the sackful.

we left Serbia…

…spent another half-day in szeged, and then drove through kecskemét to get back to budapest where we picked up my brother aaron (yes, i have one) at the airport.

hard to believe he’s al’s age, isn’t it? i could’ve chosen a more embarrassing picture of him, but he has young children i don’t want to scare.

and finally…finally…i saw sam!! sam (better known as spam) who I haven’t seen in ten years, spotted me walking down the street with mike and aaron, so we met up at a cafe, and he told me all about the people we used to know who either own four-star hotels now or who went to jail (including mozes aron…eeee hee hee)

boldog szent istvan napot!!