Catching Up Part 1 – Balatonföldvár

2015-08-15 11.29.34After our annual Vonyarcvashegy vacation we had a wonderful opportunity to spend another week at lake Balaton in August. This time we went to Balatonföldvár. It is located on the south shore of the lake, where the water is shallow to the extent of having to walk over a hundred meters in knee deep water to reach a spot where one can actually swim. Because of this the southern shore is popular with families with young children. Except, of course, our family.

2015-08-13 08.57.29-1My niece was about to become an independent swimmer, and the super shallow lake just didn’t cut it. Good thing our hotel had a pool! It wasn’t very large, but it was just funenough for all of us. Surprisingly enough there was hardly anyone else using the pool, so after two attempts at the lake we just went to the pool three times a day. We even convinced my Dad to take a dip! That was two for two this summer. My sister very carefully instructed her daughter on how to breathe while swimming, and by the third morning she managed to swim twice the length of the pool without stopping. 2015.08.14 Balatonföldvár 193354 Katafotó eredeti

We managed to find an exellent restaurant on the first day, and we kept going back every day to try their various fish dishes. It ignited the Great Hungarian Fisherman’s Soup Debate in the family, but finally we settled on everyone liking the Szeged style soup–possibly because that is what we know rather than the Baja style.

One day Dad and I went on a long walk in the village, through some of the tourist paths, in search of a different beach from where we usually went, and we discovered a small rest area with wild berries and beautiful floweres. It was in a secluded, moderately difficult to access area, and we only found it because we got lost. Twice.

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While I took my hooks and yarn to Földvár, I have to admit my creativity kind of decreased while enjoying the sun, time with family, and a few good books. This occasionally happens when life intervenes.

Is It Raining Yet?

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Storm time at Balaton.

Being back in the city for a week, I have been hoping for a break in the heat and some rain. While we were gone, there was a big storm: it was not awfully bad in Vonyarcvashegy, but it did a lot of damage in other areas, including Budapest. For us it came in the middle of our vacation. It only “ruined” one afternoon, which we spent at our rooms, reading, crocheting, watching Monster High, and waiting for the rain that finally came in the late afternoon. It was great

2015-07-09 12.54.33The next morning we woke up to a cloudy sky, and a temperature of 19°C (66°F). The water was still a very comfortable 24°C (75°F) so we went to swim anyway. Our neighbors at the apartments acted all offended at the weather and went home a day early. I didn’t mind not getting more sunburn, after all the previous few days gave me a few shades of tan.

I got back top Budapest on Friday, and I was quite happy about the weather forecast of a cold front, rainy, cool weather till Wednesday, the heat only returning on Thursday. My first day back in our air conditioned (mostly… but let’s not go into AC wars on this blog) office was Thursday. I met a friend on Wednesday, and as we planned to hang out in the city, we were quite happy it wasn’t going to be so hot.

Except it was.

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The “Gödör” at Erzsébet Square.

The last few years most of our summer weekends were rainy and cold. Not today. Out of the dark clouds there was not a drop of rain. Yesterday’s and today’s storm advisories passed without storms. I even brought in the laundry from the rack on the hanging hallway. Maybe I should have left it out. Murphy, after all, was a great mind.

 (Yes, I used this post to show of even more photos. Instagram)

Throw Back Thursday

A Budapest Crocheter as a beginner gardener cca. 1980 in Vonyarcvashegy

1975. Vonyarcvashegy Iczka

The Budapest Crocheter’s mom doing embroidery in Vonyarc cca. 1975.

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The house where my childhood summers happened.

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The Budapest Crocheter’s grandparents and little sister in Vonyarcvashegy cca. 1985.

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The Budapest Crocheter with her dad in Vonyarcvashegy cca. 1980

The Vonyarcvashegy Crocheter

For four and a half days I have temporarily turned into the Vonyarcvashegy Crocheter, as my family is on our annual lake side vacation. Vonyarc is a smallish village on Lake Balaton, close to Keszthely, making it about 200 km away from Budapest. Growing up my Sister and I spent a good portion of our summers here, at our grandparents’ summer home. That small house was sold 14 years ago, but by then I hadn’t gone there for a few years. The next several years the Balaton was not a strong contender when planning holidays.

After my Niece was born we returned to Balaton for our family vacations. For two years we experimented with the southern shore, where the water is shallow. One can literally walk a hundred meters in the lake and still have water up to their thighs. Itbis ideal for families with small children.

As luck would have it, when Niece was two, my Sister bought a groupon like thing for a cheap hotel in Siófok. It turned out to be the same place where our family vacationed when Sister was two. Back then it belonged to the company my father worked for. While Sister had little memories of the place, my Mom and I did. It was fun to see Niece at the same place, doing the same things as her mother had when she was the same age.

The next year saw us return to our beloved northern shore of the lake. Unlike the southern shore, in the north the water deepens quickly, but with some effort most towns created child friendly beaches. Last year I decided to check accomodations in Vonyarc. Two weeks later we arrived expecting lots of changes. Despite these anticipated changes everything felt so familiar. Going to the Lido there were even the same people selling cotton candy, running the big water slide, and taking care of the grounds. We shopped at the same store as we did when we were kids, went to the same pharmacy for eye drops, and bought rétes at the same stand. It felt like coming home. No wonder we returned this year, too!

Yesterday I went to the post office to mail something to the States as well as a few postcards. The postal worker saw my name and asked me if I was related to my Grandma. Back when she spent most of the year here he used to help her with the garden.

Now I have to admit that between swimming, re-reading both Carl Sagan’s Cosmos and James E. Talmage’s Jesus the Christ, and catching up on Wayward Pines, I didn’t crochet much, just enough to finish a bear for my Niece. I, once again, didn’t use a pattern. It was made from RedHeart Soft yarn, using a 4 mm hook, and as the safety eyes I ordered from eBay haven’t made it yet, I bought the smallest available sew-on eyes.

Balcsi Dorka. Bow from Claire’s, necklace from one of the stands selling touristy stuff.

Now I have two more bears, a cat, and three more table runners to finish. Good thing I’ll be on a train for three hours tomorrow!