Bye Bye Blue Sky.

The winds of change are never expected.

A few hours ago the sky looked rather promising and clear with the sun peaking out from under certain bits. Well, just in the last hour a dark and dingy looking cloud cover has decided to park itself over us. Gosh, it's only lunchtime.

One would almost think that yesterday was a figment of our imagination. It was a picture perfect day which happened to coincide with a public holiday. End of October and temperatures in the mid twenties accompanied by sunshine is a treat indeed. Bob and I went over yonder where there wasn't a public holiday to purchase some groceries and on our drive there we saw what seemed like a lot of Eisenbergers out for a walk.

As you know the grass still has its roots firmly anchored and has kept its greenish tint which made the drive around the back roads of Hungary almost seem romantic. Trees clad in autumn's suit lining the many twists and turns of a delightfully patchy rural road. A pothole here and there had me behave in a most unromantic way:

" Schatzi, watch out for the potholes. "

and I never learn, do I? Men don't like to be told how to drive and come to think of it, we women don't like it either....

The two of us were thrilled beyond measure at discovering a new route to Szombathely, a much shorter route with far less traffic. Bob, with determination went to the deli counter at the supermarket and ordered himself two strings of real spicy Hungarian sausages safe in the knowledge that I am not so fond of them while I indulged in their local bread assortments. A couple of freshly baked bread rolls and a huge loaf of white bread.

Good food and someone to share it with might just be another secret to happiness and a great way to spend a public holiday.

Biggi