I am Hungarian living in Antwerp, Belgium.
Having landed in my blog might mean that you are interested in topics like Family, Work, or Travelling Abroad, and if you indeed want to know more about those topics, please do visit some real blogs, due to the fact that I also write about family, travel, work, etc, however the common element of those posts being that you will for sure not find them useful, in any sense.
You will meet recurring characters, such as my daughter (2006), my son (2009), my husband, and some others (grandmas, neighbours, teachers, colleagues..) who are all very nice people, so appearing in my stories is not at all their fault..
Wanna more photos? In that case pirosbelgium (Instagram) might be the place..
Having arrived at our holiday accommodation in the UK we spotted the freezer was not working properly in the apartment. So we called the rental agency who has fixed an appointment with a mechanic by this morning.
I was expecting a Serious Looking Gentleman in Blue Zipped Work Overall Equipped With Some Tools I’ve Never Been Even Close To Know The Name Of.
What we got instead has been 2 blond ladies in pink currently resolving the issue (background) with great expertise.
Talk about breaking away from traditional social & gender roles .. I’ve always been thinking of myself as somebody relatively free from such carved-in-stone concepts.
But it’s never too late to grow some more open-mindedness, is it.
New habit: once it’s weekend it’s movies bingewatching time for me. Own device, oortjes .. – I am not the biggest party animal these days, I must admit.
My husband (who would have an alternative program offer how to spend our joint free time only he is a born diplomat) in the 4 nanoseconds between my 2 movies:
‘Our brief news coverage: Russia has attached Ukraine… WW2 has ended… a certain ‘Big Bang’ has occurred originating the Universe… in case you would have missed some of the smaller events while being busy with movies..’.
That reminds me of a meme from the 2018 Helsinki Summit where this idea was considered superfunny.
This year, for the first time ever, we decided to go the traditional way and also send a postcard to the grandmas. The process in a nutshell is that I write the text and ask the family members to sign the card – which our children also did, see the place indicated in an arrow.
Me (to our daughter while trying to hide my smile with moderate succes): ‘So you signed it there?’
She (upset): Look. I am 15, and have grown up with a smartphone. I’ve never ever seen such a thing and there was more space there, ok?’
I like these letter boxes in front of family homes in Antwerp: they are just so thoughtul & considerate. The owner is apparently a long term thinker, as this one can be easily re-used as an urn grave when fate comes knocking on your door. A definite add-on is that its split structure will help you out even in times when complete generations of your family have deceased.
I feel slightly embarrassed having considered myself a long term planner up to now. ‘Room for improvement’ – that’s what my auditor/compliance friends would call it.
‘Dear Colleagues, Pls note that I am facing technical issues, due to which I might be disconnected from any of our precious meetings. Currently I am elaborating different solutions* in order to prevent such cases in the future. Thank you for your understanding.’
Upon having checked in the hotel my husband immediately hung the ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door. After 2 days he indicated at the reception that we will take this with us, just in case it also works at home.
Me (to my son): ‘And how was your school bike exam?’
He (11 years): ‘It was terribly difficult.’
Me: ‘How come? You bike pretty well I thought.’
He: ‘That’s what I thought, too. But then it turned out that during the exam we weren’t allowed neither to stand on the bike nor to steer it with 1 hand or no hands – and so I was so bored I was watching the landscape left and right and almost hit another bike in front of me. Haven’t the organisers ever heard about ‘road safety’ for God’s sake??’
She (15): ‘Walter!!! You’ve eaten up my chocolate!!! I can’t believe it, you don’t even like white chocolate!!!’
He (11): ‘True. It did take some time to convince myself to eat it up, believe me. But when I started I realised it has also brown parts!! Anyway, you should be happy to learn that your brother is not racist..’
Our daughter (15) to us: ‘Do you happen to have a hair tie here anybody? ..Papa?’
My husband: ‘My dearest daughter. Considering my own hair your mere question I can only take as a token of your unlimited trust towards your father – in any other cases it would be the Ultimate Symptom of some Severe Eye Disorder.’