Nov
06
2008

Sunday, Blessed Sunday

Chris and I have some friends who are Jewish and over the last few years they reintroduced us to the concept and imporatance of Sabbath. They have a strict set of rules of what they will and will not do beginning at sunset on Friday through sunset on Saturday. It means they don’t work on anything related to their jobs or their apartment. They read books. Go to movies. Take a walk. This is the real, Bible-thumping, Leviticus-loving Sabbath that they are practicing, and they swear by it. Well, okay, maybe not swear, since that may be a problematic activity on the Sabbath, but you get my point. They say it makes their relationship with each other better as well as preventing the stress of life from eating away at them. They may have a tough week, but they can always count on the meditative practice of Sabbath.

Chris and I tried doing this a bit during grad school, but things got a little tough and we fell out of practice. Now that we aren’t in our respective studios 20 hours a day, we have decided to try it again. Sunday is our Sabbath day, being the Protestants that we are, and we’ve done it for two weeks here in Budapest now.

This past Sunday was what you might call idyllic. It was a beautiful fall day and we decided to go to a nearby Calvinist church that I had read about. We knew we wouldn’t be able to understand what they were saying, but hey, maybe it would be cool. What we should have thought about before we went was that Calvinists are notoriously fatalistic. All that Predetermination stuff can make you pretty somber. The building, however, was lovely, and in a way, not being able to understand anything allowed me to meditate and ease my mind for the first time in a while.

I didn’t get any photos there, but here is a few from one of the loveliest walks I’ve ever had. Besides the fact that I was wearing totally inappropriate shoes and my baby toe turned in on itself and became instead a large fluid-filled blister. (Sorry to those of you with weak stomachs. I’m just here to report the facts.)

First stop: Bangkok.

First stop: A Thai food restaurant. And Christopher's La-La Land.

What do you do

What do you do when you are by yourself with no mirror and you want to check for boogers? This, of course. Digital cameras rock.

We see this guy all the time in different places.

We see this guy all the time in different places. I'm pretty sure he rakes it in playing these water glasses with a boom box to back him up.

Budapest is full

Budapest is full of these little pocket parks designed in all different ways. Here we have a very French-influenced garden, but the next one may be an ode to the old Socialists who used to hang out here in Hungary.

I have no idea

I have no idea what this company really sells, but I prefer to believe that if you call them up on a Tuesday wanting take-out, they will show up with a Butterball in 30 minutes or less.

The Danube River is full of party boats and touring yahts. I think Chris and I will try and go on one at some point.

The Danube River is full of party boats and touring yachts. I think Chris and I will try and go on one--some of them go pretty far up the river. Maybe we'll see an alligator.

The Danube River and fall color.

The Danube River and fall color. And Chris running away from me because I look like one of "them"; them being the tourists who are only here for the palinka.

A beautiful memorial made of cast-iron shoes from long ago. Although we

A striking memorial of cast-iron shoes depicting the tragic execution of a group of Jews during World War II by pro-German militiamen. The memorial depicts the shoes left behind as people fell into the river after being shot.

A man

A man was putting fresh flowers in the shoes when we were there. This is a baby shoe.

The parliament building. Wow is all I can say.

The parliament building. Wow is all I can say.

Margaret Island

Margaret Island--or what used to be an island before they filled it in. A beautiful park nonetheless. Great people watching.

This is what happens when you take a day off. You get goofy because you

This is what happens when you take a day off. You get goofy because you don't know what to do with yourself.

Or you stay your same old mister-grumpy-pants.

Or you stay your same old mister-grumpy-pants. I guess he needs a few more Sabbaths to wipe that look off his face.

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