![]() I have visited Hungary,and it reminded me more than a little of Ohio. Perhaps that is why many settled in the Ohio/Pennsylvania area? Of course, the Hungary of today is not that of my Grandfather's day: Trianon, World War II, and Communism took their toll. Yet, whatever the suffering of the land it has always been the spirited people of Hungary that have made that land a nation of bravery, tragedy, pride, and warmth. It was such a priviledge to visit Hungary; I went with my mother and Uncle who both spoke the language (although my mother says she speaks it like a toddler!), and we stayed in the home of gracious friends- the BEST way to know a country. Here is a tip: in America it is considered good manners to help with clean-up or even preparation of meals when you visit a friend; but I finally understood that it is actually an offense to Hungarians, they appreciate a show of gratitude, but leave their kitchens alone!! A vase of flowers, a hostess gift, a heartfelt hug and kiss, or even a package of coffee, is much more welcome. (Yes, I'm gauche, I freely admit it).
I finally felt I understood the temperment of my heritage, and if it were expressed in the terms of cuisine I would say Hungarians are sweet and spicy-hot, many times flashing quickly from one to the other. I experienced both people who extended themselves greatly, and those who hoped to take advantage of dumb tourists. It's like that everywhere,isn't it? I would definitely jump at the chance to return, since I had hoped to see more of Eastern Hungary: so that tells you how the balance leans.
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