My Christmas Song Selection

With these videos I would like to wish a very peaceful and happy Chrsitmas to all of my readers.


I went skiing.

I went skiing. It is hard to describe how incredible it sounds. I keep repeating it in my mind (I went skiing. I went skiing! I went skiing!!!) trying to get used to the thought.

Winter sports generally are not for me. Once I tried, or rather tried to try ice skating, but was too scared to step away from the fence. I said the ice was too slippery and I was dead serious about it.

I had difficulties to put on my ski boots. I didn’t manage it by myself and I didn’t like that they were so extremely uncomfortable. When I tried to walk in them I felt like I was Arnold Schwarzenegger from The Terminator. But it was only the beginning. I was told to put on the skis and try to move in them, not down the hill yet, but it was already a big challenge. The snow was just as well slippery as the ice (okay, almost). This torture went on and on until two days later I could get down the hill (without ever falling), taking turns and stopping when I wished. I could do it but I still didn’t like it. It was still like a scary movie.

After the third day I said no. I wouldn’t do it any longer. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to die so young. Of course everyone was picking on me, why I stopped when it went so well.

After a day I started to doubt that I made the right decision, but then I agreed  with myself that it was not worth doing if I was scared, if I was not enjoying it.

After the second day I was told that I had a “cool snowboard face” why I didn’t want to try snowboarding?

Third day in the morning I was told that everyone from our apartment was going to try snowboarding and I was strongly recommended to join them so I did. I couldn’t leave the place without giving this winter sport thing another shot.

We didn’t really get far in one day but I already felt safer on the board than on the skis (probably it was a false sense of safety), I could stand up by myself and slide down without falling or I fell only if I wanted to avoid bumping into someone, because I still didn’t know how to turn properly or how to stop, or anything actually, just balancing down. But it felt good that I still had some hope that next year when my boyfriend would want to make me go skiing again I wouldn’t be so against it.

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Market day!

This day welcomed us with a surprisingly sunny morning. As Friday is a market day in my town, we headed to the town centre at about 9 AM. To be honest I wasn’t very interested in buying anything, I just wanted to take some pictures to show the world (the entire universe) such a nice place a small town market can be.

The rows were buzzing with elderly people as the youth must have been to work.

I think they pretty much enjoyed my attention, many of the sellers asked me to photograph them and their goods too.

Preparing for Halloween (which is not as popular in Hungary as it is in the western countries) we could find delicious looking pumpkins (even though I don’t eat them, but hey! they did look good!) raw and baked as well.

What Hungarians are more prepared for is the 1st of November, the All Saints Day. Flowers and wreaths are sold in waste amounts:

The canal wasn’t for sale but I did try to capture its autumnal beauty.

NaNovember is coming

So, one week to go. I have seven (SEVEN) days to find out what to write about. Plenty of time.

The truth is, I’m spending my well deserved two weeks holiday at home, in Hungary.

It is NOT the same as being in London, I have practically nothing to do (except going to dentist (ouch), to post office, to wellness-weekend and zoo (yeay), getting an oily thai massage from my Mum (<3), taking some autumnal pictures and meeting some relatives). Which means I cannot actually concentrate on my novel, can I?

I’m travelling back on the 3rd of November, on the third day of NaNoWriMo when I will have to have written a bit more than 3000 words. I cannot start with a big delay either, especially because my chances to write 50 000 words in a month are quite tiny. And I don’t want to give it up before I even start, so instead of going to the dentist today, I’m going to start to plan my novel! (Okay, don’t worry, I’ll do it after…)