A weekend of Hungarian Slovak hospitality.

Following on from my last post about meeting really nice people, I feel like sharing a few words about my weekend in southern Slovakia with my girlfriend's family.

On Saturday we spend the day with her mother in the morning, catching up, chatting in Hungarian (or trying to, in my case), and eating home-cooked food. The latter was a recurring theme from the weekend, much to my delight.

Later on we went to her aunt's house as they wanted to be introduced to me finally. We've been meaning to spend time with the family for a while but time always runs short when we visit or schedules do not work out. I met Edina's aunt, uncle, cousin, the cousin's boyfriend and another cousin's daughter. I was welcomed with open arms by all of them except for the daughter, who is an adorable but shy four year old.

While there I was treated to many home-made culinary delights including red wine punch, red wine, Chardonnay (her uncle owns a vinyard I think), wild deer goulash and pancakes served with apricot jam from the summer harvest. I said (in Hungarian) that I wasn't very hungry and was then informed that this was not an acceptable sentence in the household :-)

We talked for hours about life, me, them, why I came to Slovakia (a favourite question), Hungarians living in Slovkia and more. We've been invited back when we're next at home and also invited to Budapest, where we'll get a tour of all the sights courtesy of Edina's cousin.

This image is not mine but it's a nice one. I took it from Danielle Harms' blog, which you can find here.

One nice thing was that I was complimented on my very limited Hungarian and apparently I don't have a noticeable accent when speaking the phrases I know. I got another lesson in Slovak and Hungarian on the train ride home so here's hoping that I can continue to speak well in these two complex languages. I have a funny love and hate relationship with each of them as they will alternate with making sense and confusing me. Sometimes I want to scream at Slovak as it seems so complex where Hungarian is so logical, but then you change the language point and the roles are reversed. Good times :-D

Afterwards we went to another cousin's house to meet his family and also talk about teaching. He and his wife are teachers and he's been asked to teach some English so we spent a happy few hours swapping ideas and telling stories of what we get up to at work.

Well, I should be clear and say that's what Edina, her cousin and his wife did. I was, by popular child's vote, elected to babysit and play with the two kids: a boisterous three year old boy and the previously mentioned shy four year old girl who had, by now, dropped any pretence of being shy or quiet. It was great fun playing games with them and trying to communicate in my limited Slovak and Hungarian. The highlight was the girl rolling her eyes at me and trying to simplify her instructions even more when telling me that it was my time to count and search for them in Hide & Seek.

In return I was fed with some bread & butter with toppings, paprika paste (from Hungary of course), home-made blueberry jam, a type of roasted bacon and more drink, this time high quality cognac and home-distilled Slivovice. The latter caught me off guard as it's much stronger than the stuff you usually buy in shops. All good news though.

To round off a wonderful day we walked home through a lightly snow-dusted village with a spectacular starry sky above us. I felt very happy and in love.




This is a personalised and touching example of what I've experienced from people since coming to Slovakia, and indeed throughout my world travels. Everyone must find their own way to go through life but I highly reccomend that you take a chance on life at least once and experience a new country with an open heart and mind.

I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what you find :-)

The people you meet...

The below was written on Thursday January 12th but I didn't have time to finish and post it until now :-)

I'm feeling quite bright at happy today. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I'm relaxing in a classroom on the eighth floor that has a view over the city and to the hills of Austria. The golden spire of St Martin's cathedral is shining, Bratislava castle is capping the hill it stands upon with its bright, white walls and the forest in the distance on Kamzik is beckoning me. How I do love the sun in January.



It's times like these that I'm compelled to reflect upon the perks and joys of my new profession. While EFL teaching isn't likely to leave you rolling in money by any stretch of the imagination, the experiences of new places and people that you get are quite wonderful. I write this having recently finished testing and speaking to a new student. She was interesting, friendly and spoke good English. As part of her exam, she quizzed me on my opinions about the Eurozone, British culture, British food and then we discussed different experiences in life.

The range of people that I teach and have regular contact with is quite extensive and surprises me at times. From the top of my head I can think of the following jobs my students have: a petroleum company manager, an architect, the head of some radio and TV stations, technical IT specialists, fibre-optic cable designers, students, a bank employee, a teacher specialising in Autism and special needs children, and many more.

Inevitably, when talking to one another we use our own lives as source material for discussion. I've been exposed to so many different stories and backgrounds. Of particular interest to me are the tales from people who lived a portion, or a lot, of their lives under the Communist regime. These stories, and those of the transition out of Communism in 1989, are a fascinating glimpse into what was such an abstract piece of history to me. Several of my students were at university during those years and they speak fondly of it in a number of ways, though they admit that the country is better off now. I get challenged daily by different viewpoints and cultural backgrounds. I bring out discussion questions for my higher-level students and they often force me to defend my own position that comes from a different background and life experience.

It makes me very glad to have taken the step forward in life and to find something that really works for me. I love seeing new countries, experiencing new cultures and meeting people whose life stories enrich my knowledge of the world.

There is the story of this teacher and just a few of the people I get to meet.

All the best,

Pete

The most common mistake English people make...but is it a mistake?

Hi everyone and Happy 2012.

I'm feeling nicely refreshed after a Christmas and New Year trip home to England. It was great to see family, enjoy the mild English winter and generally relax with plenty of food and drink. There's three great things about being home and taking a guest with you: showing off the beauty of your home area, introducing them to your friends and family, and being reminded of all of the great things about where you live by somebody who sees them with fresh eyes.

While there, though, I did notice a mistake that I hear with reasonable frequency from those who have English as their mother tongue. I've heard it from my parents, friends, colleagues and almost everyone who speaks English. I even find myself doing it from time to time, though I try not to now that I'm aware of it. I made the mistake in question deliberately in the paragraph before this one. Can you find it?
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The answer is: There's three things...

Now people say this, or variants of it, quite frequently in conversation. I noticed it numerous times during my holiday in England but I've also heard it from people in all walks of life (up to and including the US President).

It's a funny one because I don't know of anyone who would use the non-contracted form, there is, with a plural, but once we shorten it to there's it is common and fairly natural for people to use it with singular objects or plurals.

I challenge you to listen carefully to English speakers and I suspect that you'll come across this error with reasonable frequency.


It does however bring up the question of what constitutes a mistake in a language. English is evolving as, I imagine, are most other spoken languages and therein lies the defence to this mistake I've picked up on.

If most people use it in their day to day conversations in English, then should it be considered a mistake any more? We've discarded and altered many aspects of English that were common just a century ago. I suggest you go out and read some classic literature to find examples of sentences and phrasings that would be extremely unusual to hear in normal conversation these days.

So what are your thoughts on this mistake and whether it should in fact be considered a mistake at all?


? - There's too many factors in any language to form distinct rules about what's correct.

? - There're too few people paying attention to what they're saying and so everyone should focus more on the language they use.