Monday, March 1, 2010

Eger Weekend

aka
Weekend Without the Wiggles
(NO KIDS ALLOWED!)


It was a tad on the chilly side, but really mild. Just foggy. And the best part: SANS KIDS!! This is the main square where B and I got some killer hot chocolate. It was more like a hot, melted chocolate bar. I think it stuck to my throat as I swallowed it. Now that is my kind of hot chocolate. I also purchased a mango chili chocolate bar that we are waiting to eat with an appreciative audience. Any takers?


The Girls.
No, I am not standing on a stool, but I am wearing my heeled boots. I forget that I am a giant sometimes!! Remind me to not wear my boots during a picture. Oh, I think it's time to wear a different bra. Pregnancy really gives me a boost... if you catch my drift.


The Boys.
We asked them to stand with the canon. Manly huh? But of course, they were smart enough to stand in front of the canon so you can't even tell what's behind them. Again, very manly.


The daredevil that he is, B decided to go roof hopping...
(thanks Harmony for the idea of negative space.)


The community didn't like this too much, but I think his punishment was pretty mild compared to the torture devices found in the dungeon of the castle. . .

Alright, enough of my boring posts.

Living overseas, we have been blessed to meet some wonderful fellow adventuresome friends that are willing to go places and do fun things with us. Four other woman and I surprised our husbands with a night get-away on Valentine's day. We went the week after Valentine's day to one of my favorite towns called Eger. (Egg-air) It was awesome! I would even say it was close to perfect. And the reason why is that B, yes MY husband, wants to plan another one in April. He doesn't plan. For the most part. (Except our amazing Game Nights in MD, and his own family reunions, but that's another story...)

We left early on Saturday, stayed overnight in Eger with our fun fun friends, and then left Sunday morning after breakfast in time to get back for church in the afternoon.

Being a member of the LDS faith, we don't drink, but we went to a wine tasting with the rest of the crew Saturday night and enjoyed getting to know all about wine without feeling too odd-ballish. It was really cool. I'm sure we will use this information on Jeopardy, Trivial Pursuit, or some other very important knowledge-fest game. It reminded me of the Sesame Street show about "How to Make Crayons," but it was wine, and we were underground in an actual winery that looked more like a dungeon. It was very Mideival looking complete with candles and antique chandeliers. The best part was that, for us non-drinkers, it was free and we still got all the cheeses and appetizers that went along with it. (We tipped though. It's only fair, right?) Then we had a wonderful dinner of Veal Gouylas (Hungarian yumminess) and Nokedli (homemade Hungarian noodles). And for dessert, an Apple Cake with caramel drizzle. We paid for the food, don't worry, and it was divine!

We talked, laughed, and even danced the night away together in our own little cottage. I missed the crazy dancing since I went to bed early (midnight) because I felt sick, but the fun was had by all.

Great company and great food = Great time. Until April... we are thinking Sopron (Shope-rrone) this time!

3 comments:

  1. What a fun trip! Love those getaways. That is great that you guys have a fun group of friends over there. And yes, you do have quite a chest right now! :) That's how I immediately knew you were pregnant when I saw you in January :)

    P.S. I always try to leave comments on your blog and half the time it doesn't work. Hopefully it does this time.

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  2. Have I mentioned to you before/lately how I wish I lived closer to you? Dang! I would love to have adventurous people to go and do things with. I love all the spontaneous things you guys do as spouses, and also with your kids. I always invite people to come with us when I plan things....and then no one does. Its lame, but at least I get out right?

    Also, there is no way possible that you are nearly as grouchy as you say you are. That would be utterly un-Monique.

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