In a separate area reserved for the folk art, there were small shops where artists demonstrated their craft and sold samples of their ware.
Rug weaving, candle making, pottery, textile coloring are just some of the items on display.
Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
On our way to the wine tasting, we walked through a variety of cellars and small vacation homes. This one was particularly interesting with a display of old tools.
Nice and refreshing. We've found a sour cherry tree on our way and it was loaded down with ripe fruit. How refreshing.
The facade of this cellar has lovely decor of grapevine with clusters of grapes hanging down, but these are still very green and not edible.
Nicely set table, inviting aromas, new faces and plenty of red & white wines and conversation.
Traditional instruments and melodies from a century back provide just the right mood.
The pottery with the faces served as the wine vessels. On the plate is paprikas made of gray beef. Very tasty fare with a cabbage salad.
These young ladies with trays were waiting for us with locally made apple brandy. It was smooth and strong - especially as it was only 11 a.m., but with a little bit of home made bread...there were no complaints.
On the carriages once more, we were on our way to the vineyards for a wine tasting. There were small family owned places along the way with even a cemetery in the midst which made me wonder whether the town was once out there, or the cometary was for the heroic workers of the grape.
A nice cool spot on a hot day. Remember it was still morning when we bellied up to these tables for a taste of four delightful wines. Then a ride back to the farm for a hearty lunch. More to come...
You are looking at the inside of the hydrofoil we boarded in Budapest on the Danube for our trip to the City of Solt. The trip took approximately 1.5 hours while we enjoyed the view and refreshments.
Docking at Solt where there is not so much as a cabin at the pier, but we were met by...
four horse drawn carriages to take us to the equestrian farm. The rest of the trip will be showing in the days to come. Do come back.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.