We spent Wednesday and Thursday at my mother’s house in Bavaria.
On Friday morning, we left to drive to my father’s house in Hungary. My mother divorced my father when I was a young child, and both remarried and had more children with their second spouse. In spite of not growing up around my Dad, I am very close with him now and have a very good relationship with him. He got saved a couple of years ago, and never harasses us for our beliefs. My mother is very much the opposite. She is not a Christian, and has nothing but disdain for our “religion” and the fact that my husband is a pastor. She was very upset at us for even going to visit my Dad, whom she hates, and was trying hard to get us not to go. I had not been to Hungary in close to 10 years, and had never met 2 of my 4 siblings on my Dad’s side, so we were determined to go. The drive was long, but again, the kids traveled very nicely and never once complained. We stopped for dinner at a Hungarian restaurant on the way. We got to my Dad’s house later on Friday evening.
The next morning, Saturday, we went to the market in the town where I grew up. I had a craving for a Hungarian specialty called “Langos” that’s a lot like Indian fry bread. Later, we visited my Grandma, whom I had not seen in 10 years.
Even though we have been married for almost 8 years, my husband and my Dad met for the first time on this trip. They really hit it off with each other, and immediately became good friends.
Part of Hungarian culture is to force-feed your guests, so we had food put in front of us pretty much all day long. I had mentioned that I could not very well tolerate greasy foods because of my morning sickness, and my Dad’s wife made me twice-battered fried cheese and french fries, which she called “light fare”. And compared to a lot of other food they served, it really was!
On Sunday, we tried to go to church in town, but it turned into total disaster. You can hear about that here. Afterward, I took the kids and three of my Dad’s kids to see a castle in the are, while my husband and Dad butchered a pig. You can watch that video here, but it is very graphic and weird, so don’t watch it if you have a weak stomach. As a child, I thought this was really fun, but now I prefer to get my meat neatly packaged at the store. Before you send me any angry comments about this being barbaric, please read the book of Leviticus, which talks about a lot of similarly gory stuff. I really don’t think that they injected the fatted calf with an anesthetic before killing it.
On Monday morning, we left Hungary early and made the drive back to Germany, where we arrived in the early afternoon. As always, the kids were happy to sleep, play, and snack on the road, and again never once complained. My mother was still angry that we had gone to Hungary and was trying to force a fight about it, so we decided to stay at a hotel instead for the rest of our stay. This worked out very well.
On Tuesday, we went to visit my Grandma in Germany, who met Miriam for the first time. We had some really nice time together. Afterward, we picked up an aunt of mine who lives in the area and went to see the famous Neuschwanstein Castle with her. As we were driving into the Alps, we were met by heavy snow. It was really beautiful. We went up to the castle in a 30 minute horse-drawn carriage ride, and got there just in time for the last English tour of the day. Even though the visibility was very limited, the inside of the castle was stunning and impressive.
Wednesday was our last day in the country, and we went to Munich where we visited my brother, his wife, and their son. We had a wonderful time with them as well.
We flew out of Munich early Thursday morning. The crew on that flight was especially nice, and moved passengers around to let us sit in the first row between business and economy class, where we had tons of leg room. The kids were awake for most of that 10 hour flight to Denver because it never got dark, but they played nicely with all the toys the crew kept giving them. Miriam spent hours walking to the back of the plane and back to our seats again, while my poor tired husband had to follow her around. Changing planes in Denver was a bit of a hassle since we had to go through immigration first and then check all our luggage out, take it through customs, and then check it again. We went through 4 security checkpoints in Munich, and a total of 6 more in Denver! We made our connecting flight to Phoenix just in time, where we arrived on Thursday afternoon (thanks to gaining 8 hours).
So, overall we had a very nice trip, although my husband refuses to ever visit my mother’s house again after how inhospitable she was. I have to agree that the time in Hungary was definitely the highlight of the trip, and we hope to be able to fly there directly on a future visit.
Great story and pics. So glad you are all back safe and sound. I will comment more later.
~Jasmine
By: Anonymous on March 17, 2008
at 4:26 pm
This was super fun!! I am full blooded hungarian so this post was very interesting to me. Can I have some langos now please???!!!1:):)
By: Tereza on January 9, 2009
at 5:34 am
Ah, langos… don’t even get me started! I love mine with (American readers please skip this) lot of sour cream, minced garlic, cheese and salt. My mouth is literally watering now! When I was going to school in Hungary (I lived there for the first eight years of my life) we would often be served a tub of sour cream and a piece of white bread for lunch, so I guess that’s why I still love the stuff today.
I have a great recipe for langos, let me know if you want it! What part of Hungary are you from?
By: ZSUZSANNA on January 9, 2009
at 5:50 am
oh yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please!!!
By: Tereza on January 9, 2009
at 9:19 pm