The Hungary trip was a great start. Actually, it was the first holiday HRG and I took together. The tranquility of the Hungarian countryside in Ujirég took some getting used to after the hectic months we both had before travelling. It was the first time this year that I managed to read not one, but two novels in one go. Especially ‘Beautiful you’ by Chuck Palahniuk turned out to be….well…an interesting read. ’50 Shades of Grey on hallucinetic mushrooms’ is probably the best description of the book. ?
On my birthday we took the train to Budapest which is a beautiful city. Funny enough, not English but German turned out to be the ‘tourist language’. All those German class3s in school came in handy, as Hungarian is very different from most other European languages. Apparently, it is in the same language group as Estonian and Finnish and total gibberish to foreigners.
The buildings in Budapest reflect the rich and vibrant past of the city but the highlight of the day (for me) was the trip to the Budapest pinball museum….where visitors were allowed to play all of the machines on display.
As I mentioned before, I knew next to nothing about Hungary before going there but it’s a country I would definitely want to visit again.
In contrast, I know a lot more about the US before going there. Although I’ve been to the US quite a few times, I’d never been to Chicago. And it was the first time I would meet HRG’s family, who had planned their annual family weekend there. It was not that I was nervous about it, but I was still glad that they turned out to be extremely nice people and they approved of me as the new ‘asset’.
Of course we had to try put Chicago’s famous deep dish pizza and this is where I learned about a cultural difference that was previously unknown to me: Americans don’t eat tuna on their pizza! When I mentioned that tuna was my favorite pizza ingredient the whole table looked at me like I was crazy. I’ve since verified this with other Americans, and it seems unanimous: tuna does not belong on pizza!
After our vacation I went online to see where the tuna pizza came from, but so far the internet seems to be divided. It’s either an Italian, a Swedish or a German thing. I think that on my upcoming trips, I’ll have to make a trip to local supermarkets as I am now eager to find out which countries share our love of tuna pizza.