May
02
2009

Hungarian Wine Country

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 the this building and all the children came pouring out of the school singing songs and playing guitars. I am not kidding.

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.

Chris made a slight breach of ettiquette and drank a beer in Wine Country. The Wine Country police are sure going to hear about this.

Chris made a slight breach of etiquette and drank a beer in Wine Country. The Wine Country police are sure going to hear about this. But at least the beer had a doily skirt.

There is a large series of castle ruins in Eger. Here Chris is demonstrating how the castle guards must have marched along the lookout wall. Look at the straightness of his arms!

There is a large series of castle ruins in Eger. Here Chris is demonstrating how the castle guards must have marched along the lookout wall. Look at the straightness of his arms!

A lovely view of Eger from the castle. You can almost imagine a kindly, misunderstood hunchback living at the top of one of the towers on the left...

A lovely view of Eger from the castle. You can almost imagine a kindly, misunderstood hunchback living at the top of one of those towers on the left...

This was a representation of the fortress' security system. I don't know about you, but if I was being shot at, I'm not sure a bunch of wicker baskets acting as my sheild would bring me much comfort. "Quick, Gabor, weave more baskets! We've busted through these already!"

This was a representation of the fortress' security system. I don't know about you, but if I was being shot at, I'm not sure a bunch of wicker baskets acting as my shield would bring me much comfort. "Quick, Gábor, weave more baskets! They've broken through our first line of defense already!"

This was the view out one of the cannon slots in the castle's walls.

This was the view out one of the cannon slots in the castle's walls.

And this is the view of my not-so-tiny-hiney looking through the cannon slot. Chris told me to hold still for the photo, then promptly walked away without telling me was finished. I had my head in there for longer than I care to admit.

And this is the view of my not-so-tiny-hiney looking through the cannon slot. Chris told me to hold still for the photo, then promptly walked away without telling me he was finished. I had my head in there for longer than I care to admit.

Besides all of the historical sights we went to throughout the weekend, this was the place you would most likely find me. Baby Baker is making it hard to go more than 20 minutes between "having to go."

Besides all of the historical sights we went to throughout the weekend, this was the place you would most likely find me. Baby Baker is making it hard to go more than 20 minutes between "having to go."

Because this is Wine Country, we got to visit an area where dozens of independent wine sellers display their goods. They each have cellars dug deep into the sides of the hills and offer free tastings of their wines. It was fun to see, but it's strange being the only person around without a wine glass in their hands.

Because this is Wine Country, we got to visit an area where dozens of independent wine sellers display their goods. The area is called the Valley of Beautiful Women. They each have cellars dug deep into the sides of the hills and offer free tastings of their wine. It was fun to see, but strange being the only person walking around without a wine glass!

While we were visiting the wine cellars, we were able to observe the natives in their natural habitat. That's right: Hungarians making goulash is big, black kettles. Classic.

While we were visiting the wine cellars, we were able to observe the natives in their natural habitat. That's right: Hungarians making goulash is big, black kettles. Classic.

Below is a not-so-professionally-edited video of some of our adventures in Eger. You will first see a clip of our train ride, where we got to observe fields and fields of these bright yellow flowers. Turns out they are rapeseed plants, which is where canola oil comes from. The color was unbelievable. Next is a short shot of the entrance to the castle and me engaging in my own personal stereotype: pregnant woman eating ice cream. All that was missing were the pickles. The majority of the video chronicles our adventure climbing up the claustrophobia-inducing Minaret tower. It was built in 1596 after the Turkish invasion of the town. It is 40 meters high, which can be reached by 97 crazy tiny stairs. It’s so small that you have to go up in groups and all come down before the next group can be sent up.

Written by Laura in: Slide Shows |

3 Comments »

  • carrie ann

    loooooove the video! more! more! more of the prego beauty laura! more more!

    Comment | May 4, 2009
  • Katherine

    I LOVED!!!!! the video! It was So great to see you and baby Baker. Oh how I miss you!! Come home soon! 🙂

    Comment | May 7, 2009
  • Laura & Miles

    hey HOT MAMA! you definitely belong in the Valley of Beautiful Women, even if you aren’t sporting the wine glass. viva la babybelly!

    Comment | May 8, 2009

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