A Scandinavian Monday

Even though it's Monday, today is a national - but it is also possible that it is a worldwide - holiday. We celebrate International Workers' Day. When we were kids, we used to participate in the communist parade on the Parade Ground, where the highest party members watched us perform our communist choreography. It was not a highly complex performance, but we always ensured that our participation was flawed. It was similar to what one might still see in North Korea. How much we hated it...

Regardless of the holiday, we decided to go on a hike. After finishing the breakfast-coffee-another episode of Bordertown, we went for a 5.5k walk, which was terrific. The weather s beautiful, and there were very few tourists knocking about on the hiking route, so it was a relaxing walk. When we returned, I cooked lunch and watched another episode of Bordertown - and before anyone asks, we did it because the series won't be available on Netflix after the 10th of May. I drank a delicious cup of coffee, gave Ági a foot massage, and watched another two episodes of The Valhalla Murders. I almost finished it. There is only one more episode left to reveal the culprit or culprits. When I took Abby for her afternoon walk, I was amazed by the temperature outside. It felt like summer; no wonder Abby was so slow as a snail. Anyway, when we returned home, I prepared my cinnamon pancakes. While I was devouring the nosh, we watched another episode of Bordertown. By the end of these two series, we'll speak Finnish and Icelandic perfectly. (Ági wants me to go on a holiday, and she highly recommends going to Iceland, which has always been my dream destination. I would go if it wasn't for the extortionate prices they charge over there. The whole trip would cost a fortune, and I'm sure either I wouldn't enjoy it, or I wouldn't want to come back to Hungary anymore. So, here is my answer to the question of travelling. It's sufficient to visit those places via thrilling series or movies.)

I took the afternoon to learn some English. I checked three phrasal verbs: hold out for, hold out on, and weigh in on. They have been bothering me for quite some time, so I decided to check them in online dictionaries and even asked ChatGPT to help me clarify their meanings. I didn't expect such a great result. Now ask me anything about these pesky little buggers, and I'll nail them. This is the summary of my English-language activity today, which is quite a short story. But that's just as well since we'll start tomorrow with Charlette :)

Keskiviikko 🇫🇮 Miðvikudagur 🇮🇸

My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries

Goodbye 2023 - Hello 2024

2023 has been an interesting year for many reasons. There were ups and downs, good and bad times, laughter and tears, but most importantly, us being together. During the last few years, I've noticed that we can overcome any obstacles together, which is a fantastic and soothing thought. Come 2024, for better or worse, together we will solve everything. May the world be a better place in 2024.

GRAZ - day 1 - 🇦🇹

We are in Graz, as Ági’s linguist conference starts tomorrow. We woke up early in the morning. I had to de-ice the cars, which took an hour. Once I finished the job, Ági took Abby to the dog sitter, and I packed my things for the weekend. Abby didn’t want to stay at the dog-sitter - poor thing - but Ági’s callousness conquered her temper tantrum. Travelling to Austria is always a pleasure. The roads were clean, the traffic was not heavy, and taking the scenic route was a brilliant decision. We could have opted for the Balaton route, but the northern direction seemed a better choice. We stopped at an unknown little village, where the shopping mall was phenomenal. We grabbed a coffee and stretched our legs because sitting in a car for hours is not the best thing in the world. Anyway, we arrived at the hotel - which looks great - safe and sound. The room is small but clean, however, the area is a bit dodgy. It’s close to the main train station, which attracts many people, so it is a busy

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