I’ve spoken more German “going international” in Hungary than I think I have in my entire life, including visits to Germany and in German class. Who could have guessed I’d be here?
Hungary has a lot of visitors from Germany. While I’m not Hungarian, I am having so much fun with these people. I’m learning Hungarian words, and if we can’t speak in English, often times someone will speak German. My German is also improving and I’m having a blast.
This week it’s been a mix of Spanish, German, English, Hungarian, and… Euskara (Basque country language)! I pop out my iPhone and ask someone to write the word down in my notepad. Little by little I’m building my own Hungarian phrasebook! So many words here however to describe similar concepts. And, if you say ‘How do you say ___ in Hungarian’ nobody seems to understand. I have to say, for example ‘Spaghetti in English = ___ in Hungarian?’ and that seems to work, I must figure out how/why the first one doesn’t work.
Truly international, all of it. I’m learning so much, and enjoying every minute of it. Someday I hope to be like my grandfather and learn to speak several languages fluently. It’s all about being here amidst the culture. That’s the way to learn how things are said in context and not just from a book. Going international shows why people think/act how they do. It’s so much more interesting than learning from afar. No question about it.
You would think that if the package says ‘Three Cheese’ Sandwich, you would probably get a three cheese sandwich. Especially if you ask the lady behind the counter ‘three cheese?’ and she says ‘yes, three cheese’.
After a quick toast in the oven, she delvers a great tasting three cheese sandwich – with, of course, ham and onion. Why didn’t I see that coming?
Not eating meat has been tougher than I thought here in Hungary. At the market the other day, I pointed to and ordered ‘Stuffed Green Peppers’ (it was also in English), to which they gave me two huge meatballs and sauce. Hmm, maybe I got the inside of the stuffed green peppers?
They have so many great sausages, tons of pork and red meat, seafood is questionable, not as much chicken as central america, and I think I saw tofu once. Lots of falafel, however.
I got really sick for about 3 days, could barely eat. I wonder if, other than the Palinka (hungarian traditional liquor), it was my stomach adjusting to meat and uht milk, considering I had a mostly vegetarian soymilk diet before. I just can’t seem to avoid it here, so although I am trying, when in Rome…
Amazing city! Not too many stories so far butI love it. So beautiful, so much history, learned a few words in Hungarian so far. Helped an old lady step up on the sidewalk and learned the word ‘kussenem’ – thank you (might be spelling that wrong).
The food is full of carbs but loving the goulash, the pasta, the potatoes… bring it on.
Speaking of food… I’m out the door.
Here are some very quick pics from my iphone, no camera yet.