Going thru old Budapest shots, mama found this one where Ivan, one of daddy's best friends holds me and - like much too often back in those days - I'm not too sure about him. I think it was taken at one of his favorite restaurants, some Kadar-era one where they still serve up soda water straight from the bottle with the pumping handle - I remember them getting my clothes wet and I got scared and everyone was laughing.Anyway.
Speaking of the other sea, tonight we went to a Hungarian dance and folk night and I had a blast, like I usually do when the music is laud enough and there is a crowd to feel part of. I was practicing my walking, in shoes, and I went up to people and old kids and wanted to say 'hi'. Mama kept following me and even guarding me from some stormy big boys who did not care too much about my size. People were dancing in a big circle and I really wanted to get into the middle. For what? Ask me later. Hungarian chocolate cake was good, but I'm sure I'll have to wait some time before mommy feeds me such a great food again.
1 comment:
Wow! You went to a real dance. What fun! Did you know your great great grandmother, my mother, was loved to dance. She danced at her party when she was 90 years old.
Your grandmother Julie danced with the Children's Theatre.
Love to you litle one.
Maga
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