It's been 10 days since I wrote a Snapshot about Hungary. And I have decided that it is ok. It is NOT for lack of content to write about this beautiful land I call home. But, it is for some pretty wonderful dreams that are taking flight and I so brilliantly chose the same month to try to post 31 days in a row and fly my dreams:) My hubby has been taking some wonderful pics, so I will round out October with as many posts as I can of words and/or pictures to humbly honor this nation's soul.
It’s a country that challenges any who really wish to know. From the language with its mysterious roots that rise tonal on the nuanced vowels to complex grammar that only Finnish can compare to, yet there is no understanding between them.
We had our first adventure into the lifeblood and soul of this nation on a late August in 2005. With ‘Nem’ for No and ‘Igen’ for Yes and ‘Beszélsz Angolul?’ for ‘Do you speak English?’ We set out to learn the public transportation that winds complex in trams and buses and trolleys and metro lines and regional rails and find the obscure of Zsúrlo u. that confounded the many nationals we asked on every form of the major and not so major thoroughfares.
It’s an adventure that’s worth the journey and all of the ups and downs and do-not-know-if-we- ever-want-to-do-this-again of that first day. But when we ascended Gellert Hill for the first time and got a glimpse of city splendor? We sail high to the Castle District and City Park which holds its own castle that freezes in the winter for skating.
We walked a way that tourists cannot go as we came in from the 22nd district. It felt like all of the Amazing Races that have ever come to leave of a morning and find our way back of an evening. In the midst we began to know the spark that pulls you inside of this nation. You want to know because there is a fascinating cadence that matches the words that line a page long, long and longer in their beauty, complexity and daring invitation.
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