Yesterday, I confess we were both feeling a bit lacking in joie de vivre department. Now all is well, we are back on mid season form, and the problem was we had to survive a day without watermelon. I can now grasp how it is to be deprived of one’s favourite addiction, and the pure bliss of indulging anew. Phew, thank goodness for the pink stuff.
Went to Gabi and Vince’s neck of the woods, Siógárd on the edge of the Hungarian plain. We visited their Táj Ház – or village house. This is a preserved, traditional house, it reminds everyone how life once was. Ours is not disimilar, mud walls, but it does have the benefit of running water and electric.