Coming to Hungary, I was really afraid of only one thing. Winter. My friend who had first introduced me to the country had shown pictures of snow and people walking in it, going about their daily lives, not phased by temperatures they were obviously use to. I heard that the winter was long, and cold, and dark. Cold and dark describe only things I hate.
But maybe preparing yourself for the worst, works. Because surprisingly enough, I have loved the beautiful winter here. I am amazed that there are already tiny signs of spring and daylight is starting to last a little longer.
The Hungarians have taught me how to love the season. They anticipate snow, while I got crabby at the first mention of it. But now? I'm anxiously hoping it will snow again before the season vanishes. The old fashioned lighted streets at night, with gentle falling snow is probably one the most beautiful things I've experienced. Ice skating on a frozen river is my new favorite activity. And now, hiking in the snow and sunshine... and sleeping in a cave. : ) Last weekend convinced me once and for all, there is happiness to be had even in winter.
|beautiful creek we crossed over several times|
|crawling into the cave where we slept|
|the hole we crawled through to get to our room in the cave|