Trip to the old country

Well, next week the little lady and I are off to sunny Hungary. My grandparents left it in 1906 so I figured it was time for someone in the family to see how things were going. The novelty of brewing beer has worn off for now and we needed some time to dance with the gypsies. The thought of eating the foods I grew up with has me salivating and the wine and beer to wash it all down will make the experience complete. I've been studying the language with the help of Dr. Pimsleur and his learn at home cd's. It's really no harder then mastering Rubic's (he was a hunkie too) cube. Oh well, as long as I can get some of the basics like "more goulash please" and " I'll have another beer" I think we'll get by. I'm pretty sure the little lady will do as much damage at the shopping facilities as I will at the eating and drinking emporiums. I will try and keep you all updated as the journey proceeds. So viszontlatasra (that's hunkie for bye-bye) for now and bon appetite (that's french for put on the feedbag).