Budapest, day 2: Dresden to Budapest

We tried to get an early start, but the breakfast buffet at the hotel was so good, that we couldn't rush through it. They even had trays of assorted desserts which included something that at first glance appeared to be a brownie. There was only one of these, and I was reminded of a bumper sticker I'd seen long ago: Life in uncertain--eat dessert first. That seemed particularly applicable at this moment, so I had this square of dense chocolate/cherry cake with a cup of hot chocolate as well as a reasonable breakfast of scrambled eggs, a multigrain roll with cheese and liver paté, cantaloupe, a yogurt drink, and tea. Knowing that my husband does not like to stop for food when driving, I figured it was okay to stuff myself. It turned out that was a wise decision.

We drove through central Dresden again on our way out. Road construction soon after the Czech border took us on a very scenic detour. Here the city was much more industrial looking. On the hillside overlooking the river, there were again lovely huge Victorian manor houses, but these looked like they could use some renovation. Some looked like they urgently needed a lot of renovation, and interspersed were boring modern houses. The landscape was beautiful, and there was a lot of potential, but the impression was sad. I think this was more of what I was expecting from Eastern Europe.

We got to Prague around 10 AM. Since it was too early for lunch, we drove around a little before returning to the highway. It was gorgeous, as I'd expected, and I definitely want to go back. The roads in the Czech Republic were nowhere near as good as they were in Germany, and they seemed to get worse as our drive progressed.

Our route took us through Bratislava, Slovakia, which looked very much like what I'd expected for Eastern Europe, except instead of cement gray, the buildings had been painted a variety of bright colors. A few historic buildings punctuated the scene which was otherwise mostly industrial or agricultural.

The roads were just as bad when we crossed the border into Hungary. Map reading was pretty much impossible in those conditions, and Budapest is not a car-friendly city. The signs are in Hungarian, and left turns are pretty much impossible. I was really glad I wasn't driving. With the help of a fold-out map in my Swedish library book on Budapest, we eventually found our hotel.

It turns out that the Budapest Hilton is quite a landmark since it's partially a modern building and partially built into the ruins of an ancient church. It's on the top of a hill overlooking the Danube in the historic walled palace district. It was 4 PM by the time we got in, and we hadn't eaten lunch, so I was starving. We found a place just a block from the hotel that had the most incredible cakes and coffees, so once again I had hot chocolate and a piece of chocolate (mousse) cake. Yum. I'll have to see how many of these cakes I can try during this trip.

We were invited out to dinner with my husband's colleagues a few hours later, but there's no way I would have made it without eating something. Since it was dumping rain and very windy, we returned to the hotel without much sightseeing. Dinner was excellent. I had white asparagus with hollandaise sauce, lamb, and risotto. Dessert was included: a sponge cake with cream filling and chocolate sauce. It was incredible, but I am now so full I can hardly breathe. For those keeping score, that would be two hot chocolates and three chocolate desserts in one day. I might have to make a visit to the hotel gym tomorrow if my clothes are still going to fit me by the end of the week.

Budapest, day 1: Sweden to Dresden

With our daughter in her grandmother's care for the week, my husband and I left Saturday morning for Budapest. Since it's a 14 hour drive, we decided to take it over 2 days. We left home at 9 AM, which gave me about 4.5 hours sleep after photographing a wedding the day before. We drove through Denmark and took the ferry from Gedser to Rostock (Germany) then drove via Berlin to Dresden. We had estimated that we'd make it hopefully as far as Berlin, possibly as far as Prague, and Dresden was in between, so that was pretty good. It was raining the whole way, sometimes so hard we could hardly see the car in front of us. This made for rather limited sightseeing, but I'd seen the part as far as Berlin just last December. My husband was also a bit disappointed since the rain dampened his autobahn experience. If it hadn't been for the rain, we would have made it to Prague.

My only experience with Eastern Europe was Berlin, both in 1989 and 2009, so I was really looking forward to seeing more of it on this trip.

It stopped raining shortly before we arrived in Dresden around 6 PM. We drove around for a while before we eventually found a vacant room at the Holiday Inn in the Bohemian part of town. The room was expensive but very nice, and at least parking and breakfast were included. We walked to the area where there are a lot of restaurants and finally settled on Italian. I ordered pasta with fresh asparagus and salmon, and my husband ordered lasagna. He inadvertently got the spinach lasagna, and while he was able to eat it despite hating spinach, I traded with him half way through. I thought both dinners were absolutely delicious!

Dresden was a lovely city, and I'd like to go back. I'd thought Dresden had pretty much been destroyed during WWII, so I was very much surprised by the fantastic architecture. Could all of this been rebuilt since 1989, or did the East Germans have better taste than I'd given them credit for? I'd rather imagined a city dominated by soulless cement high-rises (kind of like Malmö), and while some of the city was modern, it reminded me pleasantly of a cross between Wurtzburg and Berlin. There were many gorgeous huge homes, probably from the turn of the century, and most had been or were being restored to their former glory. Some had been replaced by modern structures, but the character of the neighborhood remained.

Where's spring?

I've been trying not to complain about the weather, but without that, one doesn't seem to have much to talk about these days. It's beautiful and green, and the trees are getting their leaves, but it's still cold. So cold that everyone's asking, "Where's spring?"

After the bonfires of Valborg, I did as I usually do which was wash and put away our winter coats. They weren't away for more than a couple days before I had to bring them back.

Last week there were a couple of days that were so windy that our daughter's trampoline blew into the forest. This was the first time that it's blown in the year that we've had it, so while it's often very windy here, it hasn't been THIS windy. We discovered this as I was driving my daughter to school, and she was absolutely distraught. We're talking sobbing so hard she was gasping for air. I felt bad dropping her off at school in this condition, but what could I do? The trampoline had the net around it, so it was very heavy. We had to dismantle it to get it out of the forest. The part that holds up the net took some damage, so we might not bother to put that back. Luckily the rest of it was easily repaired with just a little welding, so it's back in place and usable again. Yesterday it was super windy again. Without the extra weight of the net, I was afraid it would blow away again, so we weighed down the legs with logs. Besides the wind, it also dumped rain sideways. It was as if someone was squirting us with a fire hose.

Last weekend was the long awaited start of the car season with cruising in Ystad. We took the Cadillac with the top down even though it was only 43 F/6 C and drizzling. There weren't as many cars as in previous years. They estimate 450 instead of 700, but it was nice anyhow. Our daughter really enjoyed waving to the spectators and people in the other cars.

This weekend is a long one, starting today with "Christ's Journey to Heaven Day." Fortunately the wind and rain have died down, since we're helping my mother in law take stuff to the dump. Tomorrow I'll be photographing a big wedding at a lovely castle, then on Saturday my husband and I leave for Budapest where he'll be attending a conference. We'll be driving there, which costs about what it does for one person to fly, and without the hassles of volcanic ash. It's an estimated 14 hour drive, but I'm looking forward to seeing Eastern Europe. Besides Berlin, I really haven't been there at all.

Black Cats and White Flowers

It wouldn't be spring here without the white anemones (vitsippor) that carpet the forest floors, and while the relatively chilly temperatures (50-59 F/10-15 C) have kept me indoors more than most years, I still couldn't resist taking some pictures one afternoon when the wind died down.

My cats have certainly been enjoying spring, and I don't think they're as bothered by the cold. They like to lurk in the vegetation, and if they hunker down, they can almost disappear in the anemones.

My husband still can't tell them apart, but as you can see here, there really are two, and the size difference is substantial. Teddy (on the left) is much bigger than his sister, Dora. Teddy is in the picture at the top of this post, and Dora is in the other two.

I think Dora is more photogenic. She got her name because as a kitten, she was the adventurous one. But as she grew up, she became less Dora the Explorer and more Dora 'Dorable. She's a real sweety, though she's not quite as affectionate as her brother, and she's more reserved around strangers.

Teddy has been a total love-cat since the beginning. He was as cuddly as a Teddy bear. He has a bit of an oral fixation which results in him sucking his toes if you pet him too much. After their mother was given away (she was psycho!), he started sucking on his sister's thumb. She eventually tired of that, and it's been his own hind toes ever since.

Out with the old...

The last evening in April is traditionally celebrated with bonfires all over Sweden. This tradition dates back to long before Christian times. The purpose was to dispose of the old to make room for the new. When the Christians adopted the tradition, it became in honor of Saint Valborg, famous for persecuting witches. The religious aspects of this occasion have disappeared now, and it's all about burning the debris from your garden in the biggest, baddest bonfire you can manage (and getting drunk).

Some may argue that getting drunk is an integral part of any Swedish social occasion, but this particular night is widely known as the start of the public drunk and disorderly season for Swedish youth. Honestly, I never knew it had seasons, but I heard this on the news.

We were invited to celebrate Valborg with the same people with whom we'd spent New Year's and Halloween. We contributed a huge pile of branches--the result of removing about a half dozen dead or diseased ash trees this winter. It was a bad winter for forestry because of all the snow, but my husband and our forest caretaker did get in a few days of tree removal. This pile would have been quite sufficient for a large bonfire on its own, but we loaded it into a truck and added it to the giant pile.

It rained much of the day, so the guys put up a party tent. I've already learned that with enough lighter fluid and beer, men can set fire to anything, so it was not a problem that the wood was wet. We lit the fire around sunset. The bonfire promptly got too hot for anyone to get near it, so everyone grilled the hot dogs or hamburgers that they'd brought with them on a separate grill. This particular evening was super windy, but after the snowy winter, the risk for the fire spreading was low. They did have a garden hose at the ready just in case. Now a garden hose seems dreadfully inadequate with a fire the size of a house and strong winds, but what would I know. They never did need the garden hose. This type of thing still makes the Californian in me quite nervous, so I was glad that this year the bonfire wasn't at our place.

I brought marshmallows, so I showed the kids the finer points of grilling marshmallows and made S'mores for the adults. I was shocked to see an 8 year old who didn't know that you could blow out a marshmallow that caught on fire, or eat the cooked part off of it and put the center back over the fire. He was so thrilled to learn this that he proudly demonstrated it several times.

When it got too late for the kids, the wives took them home, and some of the men stayed to make sure the fire burned down safely. Now it will probably take days for the thing to burn out entirely, but they spent the wee hours drinking beer and watching the fire from a wood-fired hot tub.

April Showers and April Flowers

Spring has come slowly this year. The pile of snow that we've plowed off the courtyard, which was once 4 meters high, finally disappeared on April 11. We've had a few snow flurries this week, so it there was snow on the ground for a while, but not enough for complete coverage, and it melted the next day. We had one day in March with really lovely spring weather and temperatures in the teens/60s F (and I finally posted the pictures that went with that post), but since then, it's gone back to being rather cold and windy. I remember lying in the grass and basking in the sun while photographing spring flowers last year. So even though it's been at least intermittently sunny, I've chosen to bring my daffodils in to photograph this year.

There are some normal/modern daffodils in the garden just outside the kitchen window that have been here since we moved in, but in the forest by our house, there is a sea of seemingly wild daffodils. We heard from someone who grew up in this house, that when her parents were getting older and no longer wished to maintain the back yard, in the 70s, they put the bull in the yard. It ate most everything, but her mother rescued some of the daffodils and replanted them in the forest. It seems like every year there are more and more of them, and they are appearing all around the edge of the back yard now too.

These fluffy, double daffodils are now an unusual antique variety. A few years ago, a botanist from Lund came and dug some up for a collection of antique plants.

Despite the chilly temperature, the deer and elk are out nearly every evening. Last Sunday there were 12 elk that were particularly near the house. One of them even came into the back yard. I was happy that it didn't eat my daffodils, because then I might have had to scare them off, and I really don't want to do that. I have so many pictures of these creatures that I've made an effort not to photograph them every time I see them any more, but this time I couldn't resist.

Easter Recap

This spring we all got colds: first my daughter, then my husband, then me. Then we all got a gastro-intestinal bug: first my husband, then my daughter, then me. Just in time for Easter, my husband was sick as a dog. We'd planned on celebrating Easter with our friends in Denmark, but he spent the weekend moaning on the sofa and watching several seasons of The West Wing. So I dyed eggs with my daughter (one of our favorite traditions) and drove the two of us to Denmark.

The kids had a great time with an American style egg hunt (72 small plastic eggs filled with candy and stickers).

Later that weekend we had a Swedish style egg hunt which involved a series of clues leading to one large egg full of candy. In Sweden the Easter bunny is a hare which is very appropriate here. This time of year, before the grass grows tall enough to hide them, the field is full of hares.