Last weekend I was invited to a wedding ceremony in Kisoroszi the tip of Szentendre island up by the Danube bend. We took this ferry, before this we were on a tram, a local train, and a bus. Perfect trip for those who like to try out as many means of transport possible in a day.
First thing I saw on the island was this cool gate.
People more used to wild life were camping. Other people that is, not me.
On the Friday we said good bye to Mark’s dog Jocsó. He’s now swimming down the Danube after a stick. Forever. I cried.
The night ended by the fire place with some drinks and BBQ. Around 11 it was time to try and find our little pension walking through the darkness. At this point I wasn’t so happy about not camping. Until I was in my comfortable bed that is. The wedding ceremony gets a blog post on its own.
One of the most important thing in many people’s lives is food. I think about it all the time until I get hungry and then I eat. Several times a day. I’m lucky that way because I know there are some who can’t or are forced to eat out of the garbage, like this cat.
Because of being hungry all the time I was excited get some Vietnamese food at he Chinese market. It was closed today. All that pink sent some energy to my hungry body and we went searching for a Chinese restaurant instead. After all, we were in the Chinese market.
Would be cool if the tower had a restaurant. It doesn’t.
During a heat wave when hungry one tends to hallucinate weird things. For a moment I saw myself being just fucking rich and waiting for someone coming in to my house smoking a cigarette. All I wanted was to use the fire distinguisher.
Dress/Vintage, Bag/H&M, Sunglasses/Vintage
Back to reality. I’m not fucking rich, I’m not waiting for my house to be on fire, and I’m not hungry anymore. We found food (in a restaurant).
Midsummer’s one of my favourite Swedish holidays and I to what I can to keep the tradition alive even if not in Sweden.
One. Be outside, preferably where there’s grass. My friend’s had a birthday picnic in the park, so I didn’t tell them I was having my own midsummer party in my head on their picnic. That would’ve been rude. To be honest I don’t think anyone noticed my extra celebration.
Two. Food and drinks should be consumed outdoors even if it rains. It did rain on my way to the park, for the rest of the evening it was more or less a steam sauna. Maybe not so Swedish but hey it was close enough.
Three. Pick flowers. I wore a vintage dress with flowers on and may friend’s daughter gave me a real one.
Four. Eat strawberries. Strawberry season’s over, a picture will do. Really big though.
Five, dance a round a pole. Or whatever you find, like a bus stop.
Six. Have so much fun you miss the last bus home.
Left out a few things like herring and snaps, add those to your party and you can get that real sick feeling the day after.
It’s the end of strawberry season and I hide my tears with err a strawberry of course. Funny enough I only started eating strawberries a few years ago. Now I eat strawberries every day to compensate for the many summers without them. The texture of the little black dots gave me the chills. With age taste changes, now raspberries go down like ice cream on a hot summer day. Luckily raspberry season starts at the end of the strawberry season. Which I was told, is now.