August 31, 2012 § 7 Comments
I can feel the nerves beginning to build up inside me; my mind is like a minefield, full of excitement and panicky thoughts. If I allow myself to stay on one of the panic mines for too long, I find myself whisked away into the stresses of the future. Luckily, I have refrained from visiting this state of mind for too long. Instead, I remind myself that today is today and the challenges that are to come are not yet present. There is no use in concerning oneself with future worries – especially when one has yet to experience the context of these worries.
Skjalg and I have been thinking about how we would like to spend our weekends once school starts. We have no idea what to expect – other than that we are in for one REALLY stressful chapter in our lives. One thing we’ve been told time and time again is that success depends on balance. Too many students entertain the extremes: either studying day and night and never taking a break or taking the semester lightly and pushing things off until the end. We brainstormed what our ideal “productive yet balanced” weekend would be:
- Light brunch at the Fit Cafe at our gym
- Study for a few hours at a café, library or at home
- Date night: whatever we want to do as long as it includes spending quality time with each other
- Slow, easy morning with time to blog, send emails, etc.
- Fresh food market for fresh veggies and meats
- Prep “easy access” food for the week
- Light cleaning of the apartment
- Study for a couple of hours at a café, library or at home
We are not expecting that every weekend will be exactly like this, but it helps to have an idea of what to strive for. Plus, if we are as tired as I expect we are going to be after 5 days of lectures and studying, we could use a “plan” to guide us through the weekend.
This weekend we have the Opening Ceremony, where we will be introduced to the faculty, listen to speeches and take our Freshman Oath. Next week includes registration and familiarizing ourselves with the campus. And finally, on Monday the 10th of September – we start medical school.
August 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
The title means “I wish you a happy birthday!” in Hungarian – which is perfect, because it’s my birthday! It sounds something like – and you’ll have to excuse my horrible language teaching skills – BULL-dawg SUUE-la-tesh-na-pot KEE-vaah-gnoc. The stress of the word is placed on the first syllable rather than the accented letters (as it is in Spanish). To me, Hungarian sounds similar to Italian, sometimes to French, and with a little bit of Finnish and Russian mixed in. I find it to be a very beautiful language, a bit hard to hear and seemingly impossible to learn, but beautiful nonetheless.
Following birthday tradition in my family, Skjalg woke me this morning with a lit birthday cake, card and present. My mom started this tradition where the birthday person is always surprised first thing in the morning by all the occupants in the house – human and animal alike. When we were living together with my younger brother, Christian, Skjalg’s younger sister, Kaja and her two cats, our birthday morning surprises were very lively. It is such a wonderful way to start a birthday.
In my post yesterday, I wrote a little about the Fungarian class we booked. At around 10:30, we headed out to meet our “language professor” at Kamara Café – located across from the main Jewish Synagogue. The café was located in a really beautiful spot, which made the lesson just that much more enjoyable. Our teacher, Miklós, was very witty, informative and patient and taught us how to say basic phrases. I’m a little intimidated by the Hungarian language. It has 44 letters and the vowels are…plentiful:
We learned how to say hello and thank you as well as how to order various things at restaurants and in grocery stores. Skjalg and I were totally energized by our lesson. We started practicing the phrases we’d learned and read aloud signs we saw on the way home. For lunch we stopped in at The Hummus Bar, where I greeted the host with “jó napot!” (which means good morning/good afternoon). When it came time to order, I asked that the server bear with me as I tried it in Hungarian:
Kérek egy…. chicken breast hummus plate.
I didn’t manage the whole thing…but he was amused enough to smile. Practice makes perfect, right?
After lunch, we headed home to relax and hide from the heat. We settled in on the couch with our feet soaking in buckets of cold water (which is SAVING me these days) to watch a couple of episodes of the utterly fantastic Blood and Guts: A History of Surgery series by BBC Four.
We celebrated my birthday dinner at Comme Chez Soi Étterem (highly recommended on TripAdvisor). It was a bit pricey – especially when compared to other restaurants in less touristy parts of Budapest – but it was definitely worth it. The servers were extremely accommodating and friendly and lit up when I ordered my water in Hungarian. At the end of the meal, they surprised us by turning off the lights in the restaurant and bringing out a tiramisu lit up with candles. After that it was a shot of homemade limoncello, apricot infused liquor, and plum infused liquor. As we were leaving, the server wished me a happy birthday and gave us a small bag of chocolates filled with dark cherry liquor. We will definitely be heading back there when celebrating a special occasion!
Now I’m off to try to fall asleep in this heat….
August 20, 2012 § 5 Comments
Before we began packing for the move to Budapest, I spent some time reading Budapest travel tips on Trip Advisor. One of the top “things to do” was to take a “Fungarian” class. The concept of the class was to meet a language teacher at a café and spend an hour learning a few key Hungarian phrases and words and learning a little bit about Hungarian culture. Skjalg agreed that this sounded like fun and we booked a 2-hour class for my birthday. In our confirmation, Miklós (our Fungarian teacher) wrote:
Actually, if you could arrive in Budapest a day earlier you could enjoy grandiose fireworks on August 20 in the evening since it’s a national holiday.
Last night while eating dinner at a café, Skjalg looked up the details of the fireworks show. He stumbled across a site that listed several more exciting events happening that day. We decided that, in addition to attending the fireworks show, we would wake up early to watch the air and water show and then possibly visit the Street of Hungarian Flavors.
The person whom the day is named for was Hungary’s first king, Stephen (István in Hungarian) who was born in 969 and died in 1038. He laid the foundation of the state by converting the nomad and pagan Magyar people (Hungarians) to Roman Catholicism.
Up until the end of the 10th century, the seven different tribes that made up Hungary often attacked and robbed Western European countries. In 955 they suffered a major defeat and the leaders decided that it was time that they give up their raids and focus instead on settling down. Stephen was the first to realize that the only way this could be accomplished was by linking the people through a common faith – Roman Catholicism. In 1000 A.D. he became Hungary’s first king when he was given a crown by Pope Sylvester II. The Holy Crown is Hungary’s most precious treasure and can be viewed in the Budapest Parliament.
During his reign, King Stephen built churches all over the country and invited Catholic priests to lay the foundation for Catholicism. He replaced pagan rules with new, strict legislations and organized the country through administrative measures. Through his efforts, Hungary became a strong state and played a major role in aiding Western Europe during the Medieval Ages.
King Stephen was canonized on August 20th, 1038. As part of the canonization process, his remains were exhumed and his right hand was discovered to be as fresh as the day he was buried. The hand was detached and can be viewed to this day in St. Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest.
The main celebration event of St. Stephen’s day is the procession of the Holy Right Hand around the Basilica. In addition to this event, there is a blessing of the new bread, raising of the Hungarian Flag, air and water show over the Danube river, various concerts and street carnival, Street of Hungarian flavors (where you can taste traditional Hungarian food and drinks), contest for Hungary’s Birthday Cake 2012, and finally a fireworks show to close out the day.
This part is quite picture-heavy, so it may take some time loading. I tried to narrow it down to those that I thought best illustrated the day.
First time using the Subway in Budapest
The show was to start at 10:00, but we wanted to make sure that we got good spots, so we were out the door at about 9:15. It was to be my first time riding the subway, and I was a bit nervous. We had to stand in line for about 10 minutes to get a ticket and then passed through the guard supervised ticket checkpoint onto the escalator. I assumed that the guards were only there because it was a national holiday, but Skjalg told me that they are there all the time. It felt weird to have my ticket checked several times throughout the trip. In Norway, you are really only checked if there is a ticket control. I knew a guy that went three years without ever buying a ticket before he was fined during a control. There’s really no point to skirting the ticket fee in Budapest – a regular month pass costs 260,- ($44) and a student pass 130,- ($22) versus a regular for 620,- ($103) and student for 380,- ($66) in Norway.
A couple things hit me about the subway stations in Budapest:
- They are huge! Many have small shops and food venders.
- The platforms remind me a lot of the tube in London.
- They smell like fresh baked goods. All. The. Time. Skjalg said that there are small bakeries in every station.
- The escalators are very long and much faster than normal. I experienced an odd sense of vertigo my first couple times on them.
- It gets VERY windy when a subway runs through – ladies, hold on to those dresses!
All in all, my first experience with the subway was pretty good. The stations smell like fresh pastries, the platforms are clean, spacious and well ventilated, people are quick but courteous, and the escalators are fun once you get used to them. The actual subway cars look like relics from WWII and it really does feel like you are speeding through darkness in a tin can, but I found it kind of exciting. We’ll see if that changes…
Air and Water Show
After leaving the subway station, we were picked up by the masses heading towards the Danube and eventually dropped off at the end of Margaret Bridge. We were lucky enough to find an open spot along the railing.
The Street of Hungarian Flavors
August 19, 2012 § 2 Comments
Today wasn’t nearly as exciting as yesterday. We slept heavily last night – partially because of having not slept a decent nights sleep in several days and partially because our apartment has these AMAZING “black-out” blinds. I’m not sure if all buildings in Budapest have them or not, but all the apartments in our building do. They are quite heavy, wooden panels that are controlled by a rope contraption located beside the inner window pane. You can choose to have a few slots with light between each of the panels or lower the entire thing for complete darkness. When Skjalg lowered them last night, I couldn’t see anything. I’m not exaggerating either – it was pure darkness. That paired with some ear plugs and a soft bed and I was out for the night.
There was so much going on yesterday that I didn’t really have enough time to appreciate how excruciatingly warm it is here. I’m sorry, not warm, but boiling, scorching hot. We had plans to spend the day unpacking the whole apartment so that we could start the week fresh and prepared, but the heat in Budapest had other plans. We got so warm that it was almost impossible to do anything other than sit completely still. Our day never really got going, to say the least. We spent a lot of time talking, absorbing this new realtiy that we are in, and sweating.
For lunch I decided to keep it on the light and fresh side and made a chicken salad. I would have loved to have avoided using any kind of heat-producing appliance, but it would have been a boring salad without some protein. I searched the bag of lettuce to check if it had been pre-washed and stopped on an image of a running faucet crossed out with a big red X. I understood that this meant “don’t rinse under the faucet” but outside of that I was totally lost. Why can’t I run it under the water? Is the water poisonous? Should we not be drinking it? Why wouldn’t they want us to rinse the lettuce?? I couldn’t decipher any of the writing that accompanied the picture. The first part was in Hungarian, the second on German, and the third in… Czech, maybe? I went to Skjalg in the living room and asked if he knew what it meant. While not fluent in German, he knew enough to tell me that it was a warning to not rinse the salad because it would wash away natural vitamins and minerals. Easy enough…
After my run in with the lettuce bag, I finished the salad and we settled down to eat our first homemade meal in Budapest.
Tomorrow we will be celebrating Saint Stephen’s Day (celebrating the foundation of the Hungarian state 1000 years ago). In the morning there will be a water show at the Danube river, in the afternoon a stroll through the Street of Hungarian Flavors, and then a firework show over the palace to close out the day.
Now it’s back to sitting completely still so that the heat doesn’t get us…