jenny and i have been playing the following fun game: what the hell does this mean in english? in an attempt to let you play along, i've written down several funny-sounding phrases from real advertisements we've seen in the street. your job is to guess what they are saying...jenny and i make up phrases to go with each of the weird ads we see.
on a burger king sign: tuzon grillezve
on a subway (the restaurant) sign: souka, pulykamell, & rostensult marhahus
on a coca-cola sign: huzui jeghideg felfrissules!
please entertain us with your ideas. :) we don't know what the literal translation is, so we will award points based on which responses entertain us the most. currently, papa logsdon is leading the points count (with 5 points) by knowing that the title of this blog comes from a ralph mctell song. (probably helps that i stole the CD that contains the song from him several years ago...)
jenny got in right on schedule yesterday, and we went out to explore together. we had dinner at a little italian restaurant that makes their own pasta. very good. everyone here speaks english - and i mean everyone. from restaurants to museums to buying train tickets - no hungarian language skills necessary. beer in a restaurant is cheaper than water, so of course we got beer. we've been having fun with the exchange rate...1 dollar = about 200 hungarian forint, so a beer for 390 forint is pretty awesome.
our hostel is very cute, but the hot water didn't work yesterday so i just got a shower today...and it was glorious. jenny and i are in a room with eight beds in it, all occupied at this point. so far: no one snores. we are pretty happy about that...though when other people woke up at 8:30 this morning, so did we. good thing we too a brief late afternoon nap.
today we went to st. stephen's basilica - beautiful inside, with an elevator that took us to to the top to get a view of the city. the church is covered in gold leaf and intricate art - really pretty. also housed inside is the actual (mummified) right hand of st. stephen, king of hungary in the late 900s-early 1000s. apparently this was taken out of the country during world war 2 and returned (to great hungarian relief) at the end of the war. BIZARRO.
we also went to the house of terror, a museum dedicated to explaining the government atrocities committed during nazi occupation (only about 6 months) and soviet rule (1945-1989). really sad, but very interesting, and jenny and i (both history teachers) were its intended targets.
we have also coined a new term: man-pris. man-pris are capri pants worn by a man. they scream european in a way only hot yellow and hot green (worn together) spandex can. we also saw a man wearing a one piece full body grey windbreaker suit. and we don't think he was wearing it ironically.
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4 comments:
Great to hear from you! We're following you here in Iowa. Your blog has it all - language, history, food, fashion, music. Keep having fun so we can too. Mary
I took the liberty of researching those vocab words, and the only one that is real is felfrissules, which means "water of life." Which, obviously, describes the role (diet) coke plays in my life.
So glad to hear you're having fun! We're printing your blog to show to Grandma!
xoxo
Oh Claire, I'm having such fun living vicariously through you! Thanks for posting and for keeping me laughing :) I will certainly miss seeing you when I'm in Atlanta, but hope to see you soon (are you still coming to Nashville sometime this fall)? Keep us updated and have a ball!
xoxo, Erica
It scares me what men will wear in Europe. I spent the whole weekend terrorizing a friend of mine for wearing a hiking "kilt" (SKIRT) on our trip to NC. In Europe this is socially acceptable. Thank God I don't live in Europe. I would have to find new material...
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