A new addition to the family
The Cold War between us and her-next-door has warmed to tepid. The unintended insult that went with us putting up a fence behind the cherry
The Cold War between us and her-next-door has warmed to tepid. The unintended insult that went with us putting up a fence behind the cherry
There’s not much by way of night life in the village. The local pub/café closes at 9pm. And that’s it. No restaurants, no bars, no
On a recon of Zala county a couple of years back, when I was exploring thoughts of life in a Hungarian village, the instigators of
Up until last Saturday, my knowledge of pigeons was minimal: birds that gather in main squares in old cities to wow the tourists; birds that
Ah, no! Seriously, Tibor? Monday? Say it isn’t so! That was me on Thursday morning. We’d arrived down to the village the previous evening to
Reality dawned this evening at about 5.54pm, village time. The delightful M family had left after their long-promised Irish Sunday dinner of roast lamb and
I’m not superstitious, he said, but I’m a great fan of tradition. This, as he tucked into a bowl of lentil soup shortly after midnight
Hard to believe that another year is almost over. As I watched the last sunset of 2017 at 4:13 this afternoon, I was a little
I’m lazy. I can be very lazy. And sometimes my CBA attitude has a price. I’d heard tell of Zala Springs, the golf course complex
Nearly ten years after I first posted on this blog, I’m still unpacking. That might lead you to believe that I have an incredible amount
When I bought a house in a small village near the Kis Balaton in Western Hungary, I only ever intended it to be a weekend/holiday getaway. But village life has worked its magic and now I find it hard to leave.