Trajectories

A very long time ago, I promised to post an entry titled “Baby’s First Rave.” Well, it didn’t happen quite as soon as expected. Deal with it. But, hopefully it was all worth the nervous anticipation I’m sure you were all feeling before this moment. Below is another poorly edited video of a rave that Chris and I attended back in April when we were visiting Helsinki, Finland.

First, a few notes for those mothers and grandmothers out there: We did not stay long, I was only offered water the whole time, I had earplugs, and the baby’s ears were not fully developed at the time of this crazy experience (I checked beforehand). So, I think we all came out of this no worse for the wear. However, I cannot guarantee that our child hasn’t gotten a taste for an insanely loud bass that makes you feel like your throat has traveled down into your stomach. We will just have to see once the kid hits puberty.

Finally, a warning: turn the volume on your computer WAY down. I am not kidding.

Chris and I celebrated my first Mothers’ Day this year. It felt a little like cheating considering motherhood has been pretty easy up to this point. Besides the baby’s current obsession with punching me in the bladder, it’s been a walk in the park. So to celebrate this fact alone, we decided to take: a walk in the park.

On our way to the People's Park, as it's known here, Chris bought me a rose at one of the many flower stands that dot the city. I really do love the walkable nature of Budapest. Just stroll down the street and in one block you will walk by a flower stand, a grocery store, a Turkish gyros restaurant, a lotto kiosk, a cafe, and a 24-hour market (known as "ABC, 0-24, Non-Stop" here--as if one title weren't enough).

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Last weekend Chris and I went to Eger, Hungary for an overnight stay. Eger is a quaint little town about two hours away from Budapest by train. We had heard there were some nice sights to be seen and some nice wine to be had. Of course, Chris did all of the drinking, but the sights were definitely sights to be seen. With your sight. Which is how you see. Okay, I’m done.

They weren't kidding about the quaintness. This is the local high school. We sat at a cafe next to this building and at one point all the children came pouring out of the school singing songs and playing guitars. I am not kidding.

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