Funny cultural moments...

So I have been at a blogging blank lately (as you can probably tell).  Then I went to IKEA.  It seems that trips to the store can often create great blog stories.  Most of you may not know a lot about the language spoken in Hungary.  It is Hungarian (you would be surprised how often I get asked that question).  Here is a blurb about Hungarian according to British diplomats:

"The British Foreign Office has looked at the languages that diplomats and other embassy staff have to learn and has worked out which they find the most difficult to learn. The second hardest is Japanese, which probably comes as no surprise to many, but the language that they have found to be the most difficult to learn is Hungarian, which has 35 cases (forms of a nouns according to whether it is subject, object, genitive, etc). This does not mean that Hungarian is the hardest language to learn for everybody, but it causes British diplomatic staff, who are used to learning languages, the most difficulty."

Yeah, so in summary...it is really hard.  I have lived in Hungary now for 2.5 years and I still know very little.  For me, it is very intimidating to speak even the words I do know because I struggle with pronunciation.  Every rare once and a while though, I give it a go.  Back to IKEA.  My roommate and I went to get some things and as is our usual tradition I went to get us some ice cream cones while she waited in line.  If you haven't visited your local IKEA lately, I highly recommend the ice cream.  In Hungary a small cone is only 100 forint (50 cents) and very tasty.  Anyways, I walked up to the counter and said "Kerek sepen kettő fagyalt," which loosely translates to "two ice creams please."  I have attempted this phrase at IKEA before and I tend to up with two hot dogs.  But on this particular occasion the kind guy behind the counter gave me two cones and then said...wait for it...."You are doing great on your Hungarian."  That's right folks!  I can successfully order ice cream.  I am doing great on my Hungarian!

These kinds of things just happen to me...

So I am beginning to see a trend in my blogging.  Silly, often crazy, things happen in my life.  Perhaps my blog should be titled the misadventures of Kim, but because of His steadfast grace I am blessed to say I am here to speak of another day.  I would love to say crazy things happen to me because I am so carefree and spontaneous, but it is probably more related to the fact that I tend to "look before I leap."  Case in point on my recent trip to Venice.  First, I need to educate you on European elevators. Although they have the familiarity that comes with the OTIS nameplate (just like those handryers ;), they really have no other similarities with the elevators I was used to prior to moving here.  They are small, they often have those doors that fold in and out, and they like to give you a little jolt whether you are going up or down.  Floor numbering can also be confusing as floor 1 is 1 floor above the ground floor.  In my school, I teach on the floor one floor up from the ground, my room number is 208 and the elevator calls it the 4th floor!  Anyways, (have you noticed that I sometimes go on rabbit trails?  I have started to notice this in my classroom teaching...oops), I recently took an overnight trip to Venice with some friends.  We decided to drop our bags off at the hotel before heading out to dinner.  After climbing four flights of stairs with our bags, the manager kindly showed us our room and the elevator we could use when we needed it (hmmm...).  There were five of us.  As the elevator door opened to welcome us, we all marveled at how big it was for a "European elevator."  We stepped inside.  Two of the ladies in our group stepped back and considered the stairs, but I (in all my innate wisdom) prodded them back on the elevator..."no, no, it's fine....it says it can hold a max of 5 persons...we'll be fine..."  So back into the elevator they stepped.  So there we were, the five of us, neatly tucked (alright somewhat stuffed) into the large European elevator.  The doors closed and we pushed the button for the ground floor.  We started moving down and within a few seconds came to a jolting stop.  We tried pushing the button again, but to no avail.  We were stuck.  One of the ladies began endlessly pushing the alarm button and we all laughed at the situation we had gotten ourselves into.  The manager started yelling down the elevator shaft to see what was happening.  He asked us how many people we had in there and we said five, like the sign says.  His response: "Yeah, but really four."  I love Italy :)  He said he was sending for help and to wait a few minutes.  We sort of hoped the Italian fire department would come, but thirty minutes later we were manually lifted to the floor, where we were greeted by a bunch of Italians (not the fire department) laughing at us.  Good times.   Below, please enjoy a couple pictures taken with my friend Heidi's phone during the Venice elevator debacle of 2011 ;)

Help we're stuck!

Hannah's corner seat

The view from Hannah's seat

This is just my life...

So,  some of you may have already seen this picture on facebook (it was pajama day today for spirit week), but I thought I would post it here and explain.  When someone points a camera at me, I often feel the need to make a ridiculous face and pose.  It's like this autopilot clicks on and I just strike a pose.    I wish I could say I was an expert poser and always produced a fabulous photo, but looking back at my track record over the years, I am not so sure that is the case.  Here are a few of my favorites (or not so much ;)...

This it at a conference I was chaperoning...at least I can laugh at myself

Yep...that is a toilet seat

Yum!

Yum again! (Random sidenote...Thanksgiving s'mores...if you haven't tried it, you should.

Coffee deserves that kind of love

Rocks in Devil's Lake are the best

I promise this was not staged...and yes I am bowling in a poncho

All time favorite...Sharon and I are expert blenders (perhaps this deserves its own photo montage)

Shake it Up!

This past Saturday evening I was sitting in a lounge on the 9th floor of the Marriott in downtown Budapest.  Suddenly it felt like the building was being blown back and forth.  In my logical mind, I couldn't  comprehend how a structure such as the building I was in could be swayed by even the strongest wind.  I could not figure it out, so I moved on and attributed it to my own sleepiness.   Then I started to see the facebook posts.  It was an earthquake!  Who knew Hungary had earthquakes?  Not me!  Anyways, after looking through the news, I did find a small article on it, so click here if you are interested in reading more!  This is the first earthquake I have ever experienced.  Stay tuned next week for a story of me, four other girls and a very small Italian elevator!

What I Am Up To...

So, this week ICSB has the week off for "ski week," which is really a week off for Campus Crusade for Christ to have their tri-annual conference. My roommate Hannah and I were asked to do childcare for the week, so we made our way down to Slovenia this morning to spend a week holding babies.  Below are some pictures from our hotel room.  The conference is being held at a resort on the Adriatic (the little blessings of helping out).  Please pray for a good week, for the 1600+ people attending to be encouraged and challenged in their walks with Christ, and for the health and well-being of the children, workers and atteendees. 

The view from our balcony (Creation cries out!)

The welcome message on the TV in our room...Hannah's response= "Does that make me Mr. Berliner?"

Random Pictures of a Random Life

So, I am trying to become a regular blogger.  Thanks to my wonderful friend Sharon, I have been somewhat successful so far.  Then the other day I was thinking...what do I do when I have nothing left to say (like that would ever really happen:)?  I decided to start taking random snapshots that have a funny or personal meaning to me.  So here is the first picture.  Yes, it is a bathroom hand dryer.  I love bathroom hand dryers!  Not necessarily because I am "going green" or just like warm hands.  The main reason that I like them is because no matter where I am in the world, they make me feel a little closer to home.  Let me explain.  There is this company called World Dryer and I have discovered they have somewhat of a monopoly on hand dryers around the world.  I have had the blessed privilege to travel many places and I often see the World Dryer on my many escapades.  Whenever I do a smile lights my face when I see the place of origin: Berkley, IL.  That is right.  Whether Europe, or Dubai, or South Africa, I can always find a little slice of the good ole IL!  So enjoy the picture.  This one happens to be taken at West End Mall in Budapest where we went ice skating with the youth group last Sunday...

The World Dryer

Shout out to IL!

Blog Question # 2

What/if any/are the differences in the way Hungarians celebrate Christmas?  Are there any new traditions you have learned about?

So anyone who knows me, knows how much I love Christmas!  To start with, I continually am awestruck by a day that represents the God of the universe sending His son for our salvation.  I also love the spirit of the season, the lights, the music and so much more!  This year was my first chance to spend Christmas in Hungary, and although I dearly missed friends and family in the USA, I had a great time.  So, I would love to share with you about some traditions.

Szent Miklós Day
In Hungary, Santa Clause comes on December 6th (Saint Nicholas Day) to bring presents. Children typically leave their boots on the windowsill on the evening of December 5th. By the next morning Mikulás(more common spelling) leaves candy and gifts if they have been good, or a rod (virgács) if they have been bad (most kids end up getting small gifts but also a small rod). In Hungary he is often accompanied by the Krampusz, the frightening helper who is out to take away the bad ones.  This year, our kind landlord hung a little Mikulás on our window and left some chocolate.


Christmas Market
Another Christmas tradition in Europe, which I absolutely love, is the Christmas market.  Most major European cities (including Budapest) host a market between Thanksgiving and New Years.  Here you can find homemade crafts, pottery and authentic food.  It is always fun to walk around Vörösmarty tér (the main square) with a glass of forralt bor (hot wine) and peruse the wonderful variety of treasures.


Gerbaud Advent
Gerbaud Cukraszda is a Viennese coffee house and confectionary in Budapest that has been around since 1858.  Every year, they make an advent calendar out of their windows.  Each day, at 5pm, they "open" the calendar.  This year, I got to witness the opening of the 22nd window.  It is a fun way to celebrate and count down the days to Christmas.


I am sure there are many more traditions that I am not aware of.  There are few that I have been told about, but have never experienced first hand.  For example, the Christmas Eve meal usually consists of carp soup.  Also, Hungarians do not put up their Christmas tree until Christmas Eve in preparation for baby Jesus (who brings the presents the next morning).   Overall, Hungary is a wonderful place to celebrate Christmas.  Each year, there seems to be more and more decorations and traditions.  Here are a few pictures I captured this year of the Christmas season:

Christmas Lights at the Christmas Market

More decorations on the walking street (Vaci)

Gerbaud in the backdrop of the Christmas Market

An Advent Wreath

The Gerbeaud Advent Calendar being changed

The Gerbeaud Advent Calendar

Blog Question #1: How do you like the food?

Many places around the world have their own unique flavor and Hungary is no exception.   I actually really like the food in Hungary, although I can only eat it so often.  Hungarian food is very heavy.  They like fried things and heavy sauces.  Some Hungarian favorites include stuffed cabbage rolls, langos (fried dough covered in cheese and sour cream...woah), chicken paparikas, stuffed peppers and, of course, goulash (pronounced goo-yahsh).  Contrary to popular belief (in America), goulash is not a thick beef stew.  In Hungary, it is a broth-based soup with beef, vegetables and lots of paprika!  It is traditionally cooked in the backyard over a fire in a big metal pot.  I have had the opportunity to enjoy this authentic Hungarian experience!  My favorite Hungarian dish is paprikas csirke or chicken paprikash.  It is basically chicken stewed in a creamy paprika sauce.  It is delicious with some teszta or Hungarian noodles!  One of my favorite sweet treats is kurtos kalacs or chimney cake.  It is basically a pastry that is cooked over an open fire on a cylindar.  It comes in plain, vanilla, nuts or cinnamon.  I prefer the cinnamon, or in Hungarian, fahéj.  In the town where I live, Diósd, there is a great little kurtos kalacs stand that sells the sweet treat every Friday for a bargain 280 Hungarian Forint (about $1.50).   Overall, the food has been an interesting experience here in Budapest.  While I am a picky eater, my taste buds have definitely expanded their repertoire since my move to Eastern Europe.  Below I posted some pictures of the above mentioned foods.  Enjoy!  Thanks to Kari for the great question!

Yum, yum..Hungarian food!

Istvan making some goulash over the fire :)

The Hungarian "delectables" from our staff dinner (honestly have no idea what this is)

Kurtos Kalacs

Traditional Hungarian food being cooked at the Christmas market

My favorite...Chicken Paprikash!