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 :-)