Day off
Little did I know the order and timing in which the day's events would unfold after waking up. When we finished our morning routines - breakfast, walking with Abby, and having the much-needed coffee - we decided to visit one of the bike stores I'd found online the other day. At 8:45 a.m., we headed for Budapest and checked the store, where the guy, who seemed to be the owner, was helpful and guided us through the selection, explaining which bike would be the best choice. However, he seemed a little too convincing and kept pointing out the advantages of the bikes he had in store. The bike I had seen on the internet yesterday wasn't available, leading me to suspect that he wanted to sell off the inventory quickly. Since we made no deal, I was okay with leaving the store and not purchasing anything hastily. There are other brands to check before sacrificing a pretty hefty sum on my next bike - should I decide to ride one.
When we returned home, Ági suggested we hike up to our favourite spot before our friends's visit, so right after jumping into our hiking attire, we set out on our midday walk. The weather was beautiful, warm and sunny, with clear skies, and we didn't encounter anybody on the track. However, on our way home, our friend called to let us know he was in front of our house. We agreed to meet halfway, and then we went out to eat. We went to our favourite restaurant, Christine, and had a delicious lunch there. Ági had salmon with asparagus, and the garnish was mashed potato with beetroot. Our mate had "csülök" with German cabbage and "röstli", and I had beef stew garnished with gnocchi seasoned with sheep-cottage-cheese. The coffee and the dessert at "szamos" was also delicious, so we returned home with full stomachs.
After Ákos left, I gave Ági a foot massage and watched NOAH, a Hollywood movie. It was okay, but it won't be one of my favourite films. Then only the usual happened, a ten-minute slumber for me, some light dinner, Abby's evening walk, and the edition of my blog entry.
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