Day 5: Rioja es vino!

The abundant air conditioning in our room made for a very good night’s sleep. We enjoyed a lovely breakfast – including yummy GF bread! – to start our day. Today’s big event: wine tasting!

Our guide, Martin, collected us at 10.00 and we climbed into the air conditioned van for our first winery stop. Javier San Pedro Ortega is a relatively new winery where we tasted one white and three reds. We learned all about the Rioja labeling system; we tasted mostly green labels which are young or signature wines. Two of them were okay and two I liked very much.

Then it was time for a short drive to a viewpoint to take in the whole valley and learn more history of the area and geographical stuff. I didn’t realize that Laguardia is officially part of the Basque country and as Martin is Basque, we learned a lot about the region, people, and something of the language.

Next stop: Ostatu winery. A much older family run winery, we learned a lot about terroir, old Spanish wine production laws, and the grapes that are common to the region. Here we tasted two whites and two reds – all of them green labels which and all of them delicious! Accompanied by cheese and chorizo, it was a great experience. We purchased a bottle of red to enjoy on our last night in Spain.

Last stop was a more traditional winery that produced more traditional Rioja wines. It was a very busy and somewhat impersonal tasting room. No one from the winery talked us through anything: they just poured and handed us a piece of paper with information- in Spanish of course. We did enjoy all the wines: Crianza – red label, 6 months in oak; Reserva – purple label, 13 months in oak, and Gran Reserva- blue label, 24 months in oak. They were very typical of the Rioja style and reminded me of what we can buy in Tesco.

Official tasting over, it was time for lunch – with wine of course. We went to a local restaurant that obviously caters to such groups. We started with the Burgos-style Morcilla, which is made with rice and is GF so I had no excuse for not trying it. (It was okay). We also had white asparagus and a mixed salad before the main course of lamb chops and roasted peppers. Yum! Another red and white to “taste” along with patxaran, an anise flavored liqueur that Frank really liked – as in way more than was good for him.

Luckily we had siesta to look forward to. Martin poured us out of the van with effusive goodbyes and we headed to the hotel for a much needed nap.

Several hour later, we ventured back out into town for a final wander of the picturesque streets for another meal (seriously nothing but eating!) and time to watch the town clock perform before calling g it a day.

Highlights from today:

  • Learning so much about wines in the region and chatting with different knowledgeable people about the wines we’ve tasted in different parts of the world.
  • Tasting a wide variety of wines and refining our palate just a little more.
  • Spending most of the day in air conditioning so we didn’t have to shower twice for the first time this trip.

Day 4: Another party…with cows!

Our quick stop in Burgos had come to and end. We breakfasted and thought we’d take a quick walk through what would surely be quiet streets after the night’s revelries. But there was no quiet here. By 10am the bands were back out playing and bars were beginning to open (on a Sunday no less!) so it was time to move on.

Back through the rabbit warren of access roads to get us out of the old city and on to the road north. Destination: Laguardia, a medieval town in the middle of the Rioja wine region. This trip would involve backroads and villages rather than motorways. The sun was scorching and the scenery expansive.

We reached our destination to realize I had not correctly interpreted the descriptor “medieval” correctly- it is in fact a walled city with no room for cars. Finding a parking spot outside the city was a challenge- there seemed to be a LOT of people doing the same thing. We squeezed our little Fiat into a space on the side of the road and made our way into town to find the hotel.

Where we found out that today is the end of the local festival and we were just in time for the running of the cows. Not quite Pamplona, there were half a dozen or so small bulls set loose to run down the main street several times. Along the route it seemed to be a thing for local men and boys to try to touch their horns. Interestingly but very odd.

After watching the cows, it was time to get settled in. The hotel had a garage outside the city where we could leave the car safely. Then some lunch in the shade – caprese salad for Frank and a local bean and chorizo soup for me. We spent a little while wandering the city and watching how the locals celebrate: at one point there were dozens of people sitting at tables in the street partaking of the largest paella I have ever seen!

Then, of course, siesta. Given the obnoxious heat that has settled over many parts of Europe, it was very nice to escape to the air conditioned hotel for a few hours of kip.

The new routine then continued: wake up, shower (again), change (again), go out and get sweaty (again). We opted to break with local tradition and have dinner at 20.30 instead of 22.00. We chose a winery/restaurant that had lots of GF things on the menu. It was a lovely meal with local steak and wine made in the building where we ate. We even got a tour of the cellar from the winemaker himself.

Heading back to the hotel at 22.30, we watched as the last of the festivities continued in the streets. There was still music and dancing for an hour or so before we said good night to Laguardia.

Memorable moments from today:

  • Another set of local traditions with traditional dress. And music.
  • A mere 14k steps, mostly within the walls of the thousand year old city.
  • More English spoken by visitors here than in Burgos.

Day 3: Burgos throws a party

Today we say adios to Madrid and start our trek north. A taxi to the airport car rental company then half an hour of waiting and paperwork and we were ready to head out of the city in our Fiat 500 convertible. Tiny car, no roof. That’s how we roll. And we were rolling with no sunscreen because it turns out that was left behind in the hotel in Madrid. 😖

But we persevere! A quick stop along the road (where my kindergarten Spanish proved mildly useful) and we were back on the Autovía Norte. We arrived in Burgos just before 14.00 and proceeded to experience Google maps hell. Our hotel is in the middle of the old city so the driving directions were a bit inscrutable. The now annoying vocal cues kept telling us to turn onto what looked like a pedestrian plaza. Given our history with foreign traffic violations, we were loathe to take that turn. After five spins separate attempts involving lots of traffic and a large roundabout we took the plunge.

Guess what? There was an access road through the plaza! But the plaza and the road were PACKED with people. We spotted another car trying to plow through the crowd so we made a convoy. The revellers were all dressed in purple and white, enjoying mas bebidas, and cheering as we honked our horn at their insistence. We eventually made it to the hotel where we learned that this weekend started the festival of Saint Peter and Saint Paul and that it would be one big street party. 🎉

Once checked on, we joined the party! There were THOUSANDS of people milling about the streets in the hot sun. We eventually found a spot to eat at a place called Flor de Scotia – yup, a Scottish themed pub with Brewdog on tap and all. We wandered the old town marvelling at the number of marching bands also parading through the old city.

Eventually we needed a break from the heat and the people so it was time for the main attraction- the Burgos Cathedral. Eight hundred years of church history with both gothic and baroque architecture, it is a massive structure that is firmly embedded in the city and dominates the landscape. (For those playing along at home, the stained glass obsession got its first feeding!)

After ogling the gilt and statuaries while enjoying the cool interior, it was time to venture back out to the town. The crowds had thinned considerably and we decided it was time for siesta. Back to the hotel for some kip and a showers to freshen up. Then we joined the now enormous throng of people who had returned for the party. There were bands playing at various stages in squares and even in car parks. They often battled with the marching horns that would pass by. People were everywhere , dancing and singing. Kids filled squirt guns from local foundations and battled it out while mom and dad enjoyed caña and calimocho (a mix of red wine and cola- very yummy!)

We also indulged in some beverages while enjoying a performance by Nacho Pistachio before finally looking for something to eat. The massive crowd made this challenging but we eventually snagged a table just before 10pm to enjoy dinner and people watching. Frank tried the local delicacy Morcilla – a kind of blood sausage- and some Spanish BBQ ribs. Both were deemed tasty. I opted for a salad which was also delicious. Thousands of people were still milling about the streets; young people (read:those under 30) were toting plastic shopping bars with boxes of vino tinto and bottles of cola. At some point my crowd tolerance was breached and we decided to call it a day. We made it back to the hotel just shy of midnight.

Highlights for the day:

  • At least 6 marching bands observed
  • Just over 20K steps taken
  • One fan purchased
  • Almost no English speaking tourists encountered
  • Overwhelming sense of joy and community experienced

Days 1 and 2: Getting stuff done

The first day is always the fairly boring travel day. And this trip was no exception. We were lucky enough to have a reasonable flight out of Aberdeen too Madrid through Amsterdam. And of course since the reason for the trip initially was business, I got to fly business class. So to be the nice spouse, we got Frank business class too.

The flights were fine. Between business class food and lounge access, we did nothing but eat from the UK to spain. Attach it to the hotel in madrid, settling in, and then exploring the city for a little while on our first travel day was about all we could manage. We found a tapas place that served nothing but gluten-free food which was lovely and called it an early night.

Day two was the main reason for the trip: a presentation to the governing council of the Bank of Spain to discuss the report that I had helped to create as an expert external reviewer on their data management practices. This meant I had to drag a suit with me on vacation; even though it was linen it was very hot to be wearing in Madrid. The presentation went very well and the whole team celebrated with a lovely lunch that lasted until about 5:00 p.m. 

Then it was time to adopt the Spanish tradition of siesta and take a nice nap before venturing back out for tapas and wine with one of the bank staff that I had worked so closely with. We wandered back to the hotel at 1:00 a.m. the work part was done; now it was time for the holiday.

Not much exciting data for the first few days.  Temperature ranged from 22 overnight to 37 during the day. Frank clocked the most steps wandering around the city while I was working. More fun stuff to follow when we get to the holiday part.

Here’s a few pics from the interior of the bank. Their art collection is insane and the architecture is stunning.

Get ready – it’s time for Travel 2025!

Okay team – this is a test post to prepare for the upcoming road trip to Northern Spain. Watch this space for more fun and games (and lots of bad Spanish!) 🙂

Quick Trip: Two days in Gdansk

The end of marking coursework is always a time to celebrate and this year we decided to do it in style. We booked a “cheap” trip to Gdansk on Wizz Air – a budget Hungarian airline – and a hotel in the old town. Why Gdansk? Because we could fly there directly from Aberdeen for next to nothing and it purportedly has one of the best Christmas markets in Europe. Add the 37th anniversary of our first date and it was a done deal.

We arrived early Saturday evening after an uneventful and on-time flight. Like all budget airlines, this was no frills and no space but for a two hour flight, it was fine. It was quite cold with a light snow falling when we landed and after checking into the hotel, we wandered the few blocks to the Długi Targ to find something to eat. The entire vibe was pretty magical: lights everywhere, snowflakes falling, people out and about enjoying themselves. We had a lovely meal – sitting outside for part of it! – and then wandered around near the hotel for a bit. Then off to bed for the weary travelers.

The next day was “walk around outside” day. The weather forecast was for sunshine with increasing wind on Sunday and a pretty miserable and rainy monday. So we laced up our boots and set off to walk around the city. It is a very pretty place, partly by design. Gdansk (or then Danzig) was a critical sight in WWII and was heavily bombed in 1945, destroying around 90% of the old city. Some parts were rebuilt in the prewar style of the 16-17th century. So we wandered around for about 25K steps. Part of that was a visit to the Christmas market. It is huge! Lots of mulled wine (yum!) and food stalls and tchotchkes and crafts and amber. LOTS of amber. There is even a museum for it here. Apparently Gdansk is the centre for Baltic amber.

So we shopped and sipped and ate for most of the day, including a visit to a gluten free bakery. More yum! Eventually it was time for a real meal so we headed out to Goldwasser, a fancy place on the river. We had an amazing dinner, complete with some very good Polish wine (who knew?) and dessert that involved champagne and 23K gold leaf. More wandering to help digest all 3 courses and then off to bed.

Given the weather forecast, we decided that Monday should be museum day. There is a WWII museum in Gdansk that we were really looking forward to visiting. Except that we didn’t realize it is closed on Mondays. So is the Maritime museum that we wanted to visit. (NOTE: this is where my desire to plan things beats Frank’s sponteneity whims. Harumph!) Luckily the Gdansk Museums were not only open on a Monday but are also free! So we visited 5 branches of the city museum and learned about architecture, Polish royalty, the role of trades in early European government, how amber is formed and mined, and the fight for the Gdansk post office that was part of the spark starting WWII. All in all, an excellent learning experience. We managed more gluten free baked goods as well before heading back to the hotel to play in the hot tub and sauna. Ahhhhhhh.

I now truly despise weather forecasters because the rain never materialised and we could have made Monday the main walking and market day instead. It was much less crowded and we did end up buying some presents for folks and enjoying more gluhwein before dinner. The restaurant of choice for this eveneing was Chleb i Wino which had the strangest vibe. The decor was pretty over the top (purple neon lights in the ceiling!), dry ice was used to create smoke in wine buckets and appetiser plates, and a bubble gun created amazing looking cocktails. So weird and fun. A little more walking after dinner and it was time to call it an evening. And so ended our second full day in Gdansk.

DRT is a wrap

And today was the sad travel home day. Everything went smoothly – which for Ryanair is no small feat! We are exhasted but fulfilled and now are home with our adorable puppy who had a lovely time with Sally-the-dogsitter. A few parting thoughts:

  • No more July travel. Climate change has made it impossible for cold weather peeps like us to enjoy going even slightly south. And there are too many people. And everything is underconstruction. We’ve had lots of reasons for choosing this time of year in the past but they are now trumped by heat, horrible humans, and scaffolding.
  • A fortnight is just a tad too long. We went a bit out of our comfort zone this time. Our usual trip is about 10 days: 3 place, 3 days each. This seems to be enough to be settled but not enough to be bored (travel ADD is real). We tried 4 places with 3 or 4 days each this time and were really ready to go home a day earlier than we did.
  • We like smaller cities. Vienna and Budapest were lovely and each had it’s charms but they also came with big city problems: homelessness, petty crime, etc. We really loved both Prague and Bratislava which probably have similar issues but we didn’t encounter them.
  • Slovakians weren’t interested in the Olympics. During our entire time in Bratislava we did not see a single Olympic event broadcast. Not on local TV or in bars or restaurants. Strange.
  • Vienna trusts people more than Budapest. Both public transport systems are honour based: there are no gates or scanners or turnstiles to access the metro, busses, or trams. But in Vienna we NEVER saw a single ticket inspector. Not one. In Budapest, we were asked for our tickets at least 50% of the time.
  • There is a lot still to explore. This was a city-based trip and we got a tast for different places and cultures and learned 3 new ways to say thank you! But at some point we’ll need to go outside our comfort zone and visit places that don’t really cater to tourists. Which means they won’t speak English as much. Which means we need to get off our duffs and learn other languages. But not Hungarian. I don’t know how anyone learns Hungarian as a second language. 🙂

Final data for the trip:

  • Kilometers driven: 2057
  • Steps taken: 271,961 or about 119 miles (!)
  • Wines tasted: 3 dozen-ish
  • Days enjoyed: nearly all of them
  • Days until our next adventure: 203

And the only picture that would do for this post:

DRT day 14: the nothing-in-particular day

Today is our last full day of holiday and TBH, it’s an extra day. We’ve done everything that we really wanted to do and seen pretty much everything that we wanted to see. It feels like it would be a good day to go home but that is actually tomorrow’s plan so we’ll need to think of something.

And the first thing we think of is sleeping late. Well late for us which is actually about 8.30. We made a ginourmous omelette with most of the remaining eggs and Slovak cheese. Then we decided to try visiting a real “local” market, one that doesn’t cater to tourists. A short bus ride took us to Lehel Market which had the same basic setup as the Central Market (food on the ground floor, other stuff upstairs). In this market there were no signs in English, massive stands of paprika, or Hungarian handicrafts. Just fruit, veg, meat, and clothing, shoes, and knock off designer bags. And lots of people doing their weekly shopping.  And drinking beer. There was an inordinate number of people at the beer vendors for 10.30 in the morning!

Our “real” Budapest experience complete, we thought we might consider some of the “nice if we have time” options since we obviously had time.  So back to the Buda side of the river for a stop at the National Gallery for some culture.  You could definitely tell it was a weekend because the crowds were three times thicker around the castle than the last time we were there.  AND there was a queue to get into the art museum.  Seriously?  Okay, fine.  We know how to queue.  And so we spent the next 90 minutes or so wandering the various galleries and seeing Hungarian depictions of medieval life, expressions of post-modern despair, and a couple of paintings by famous people we had heard of.  To show you what art connoisseurs we are, our favorite work was one done entirely in Legos!

We opted for a repeat Spanish lunch – tapas and white sangria this time – before heading to the flat to do the bulk of our packing.  We may also have consumed most of a package of chocolate wafers and an entire bottle of fizzy Slovakian rosé.  Oops.  We caught up on some of the Olympics by prowling around YouTube and I got to watch the women’s 8 rowing final.  I can’t even dream of being that good.

Then it was time for our swan song.  We have spent 14 days on a road trip along the Danube and tonight we would take one of the ubiquitous river cruises to complete the trip and say goodbye to Budapest.  I had chosen a 19.30 sailing to try to see a good sunset and avoid the heat.  Neither ended up being relevant.  The weather was glorious and “cool” – around 25 degrees  but people were putting on jackets and jumpers anyway!  And while we know that the sun set, the view wasn’t that amazing. Still we had some lousy local wine and popcorn and counted all the women on board for hen parties (there were at least 3 “bride to be” sashes spotted).

At last it was done but we still needed something to eat and pizza sounded like just the ticket.  We wandered to a dedicated GF pizza place I had found but there were only open for take out.  Boo.  There was another one much closer to our flat but it would take forever to get there by public transport (and our 72 hour passes had expired) so we opted for the obvious choice: Hungarian Uber!  In 8 minutes flat we were seated at an outdoor table, the last ones to be seated and only allowed to order pizza because it was too close to closing time.  I had the most amazing chicken and broccoli pizza with a crust that was to die for. Frank declared his mushroom and prosciutto pizza delicious even by gluten eating standards.  A ten minute walk brought us back to our Hungarian home for the last time.

Data for today:

  • Steps: 23,397
  • Tour groups sneered at: 12
  • Modes of transportation taken: 3

DRT Day 13: Cloudy with a chance of shopping

We knew the weather today was not meant to be great.  First there were the thunderstorm warnings which morphed into just plain rain. So we decided to stick to the Pest side of the river and see if we could avoid the worst of whatever Mother Nature decided to throw at us. We also needed to start working our way through the food we have left so we really needed to have egg and cheese sandwiches even if it isn’t Monday.  Once refreshed and refueled, we made our way out for the day.

First stop involves some history:  St Stephen’s Basilica which happens to be right near where we are staying.  Unlike the Mattias Church we visited yesterday which was built in the 13th century, this neoclassical behemoth is barely a hundred years old.  The church was designed from the start to be a tribute to King St Stephen, the founder of the Hungarian kingdom, and it even has a reliquary with his 1000+ year old hand. (Ugh) Nevertheless, it’s sheer size is impressive so we took our time ambling (another new walking speed we are learning!) about before heading up to see the treasury and the tower.  The treasury isn’t much to write about unless you like over-the-top embroidered chasibles and lots of silver stuff.  The tower, on the other hand, has incredible views of the entire city, both the Buda and Pest sides.  It seems to me that most of the appeal for various attractions on either side of the river is the view of the other side of the river!

It was time to change gears from clerical to commercial so we wandered down one of the main shopping streets to the Central Market. Like Pike’s Place market in Seattle but the fish is replaced with Paprika! A large, two story building that was stuffed to the rafters with stands selling everything… But mostly paprika. Our cooking guide Marti told us that the first floor was all food stuffs and was meant for the locals.  The second flour has all the Hungarian tchotchkes for the tourists.  We had a wonderful time comparing paprika prices (and scoring some to cook with at home) before heading upstairs to see what touristy things we might absolutely need to take home.

We did find a hand carved, hand painted wooden Santa figure that will add to our growing collection of Santas that we display at Christmas. They were everywhere but we found one that met our (mostly monetary) requirements. And of course the vendors only take cash… So we had to break our ‘no local cash’ rule and take money out of the ATM.  Now overly flush with Hungarian florints, we made our purchase and escaped the increasing heat in the market.

But our planned conspicuous consumption was not yet done!  We had one more quest to fulfill: record stores!  We have already successfully scored some great vinyl in previous stops so we thought we’d see what Budapest might be able to offer.  Google indicated 3 well reviewed shops so we wandered about and hit all of them. 🙂 We were quite successful in one, scoring Pretenders, J. Geils, and Billy Joel.  We may have now reached maximum vinyl that can safely be transported home so it’s a good thing we are nearly done with our trip!

The promised rain had started to make itself known so it was time to get our purchases back to the flat.  One quick stop at the all GF bakery to purchase some filled croissants for lunch (cheese, ham, and sausage) and we had a lovely international indoor picnic as the rain began:  Slovak beer for Frank, Czech beer for me, and the Hungarian (GF) interpretation of a French pastry.  Aren’t we global?

As we are pretty much churched out, we decided to make good use of our transport passes and see the various monuments dotted around the city.  As the rain slowly moved out, the sun started peeking through and the temperatures (and humidity) began to climb.  We were hoping that enough of the public transport options would have AC to make this plan work well.  First stop, the Millennium Monument in Hero’s Square. We hopped on the M1 underground line to go just a few short stops and were immediately disappointed by the open window in the carriages and distinct lack of cool air.  Hopefully, the monument will be worth the extra sweat. Described as iconic for its statures of ancient chieftains and Hungarian leaders, it is also the home of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.  Unfortunately for us, it just looked like another construction project with scaffolding everywhere.  I’m sure it is normally quite moving, but unfortunately not today.

It was time to head to the river for another moving monument: Shoes on the Danube. We hopped on a bus and a tram to get to the riverside monument. These are iron versions of shoes that would have been worn by Jews in 1944 and 1945 as they were lined up on the bank and shot by the fascist Hungarian Red Arrow Party.  There are candles and flowers and ribbons that adorn the various footwear and it is sad to be reminded of such a dark period in human history.

To get regrounded, we walked along the river a bit further and admired the famous parliament building.  Touring this impressive structure is said to be a highlight of any trip to Budapest but alas it would not be for us.  Such things require advance planning and we had done none. Still the building is impressive even from the outside.  Another tram took us back to our neighbourhood where we found a lovely wine bar to have a drink and a snack before dinner.  We learned about orange wine which is what you get when you leave the white grape skins in contact with the juice – similar to how it works with rosé. And then it was off to the evening meal – a completely GF restaurant recommended by Marti, our Coeliac cooking instructor.  I wish I could rave about the food but it was just okay.  I love going to places where I can eat anything on the menu without lots of discussion and negotiation.  But I also like interesting dishes and these really weren’t those. Another exhausting day in the books, it was time to head back to relax with some Olympic fencing (not our choice) and ice cream.

Data for today:

  • Steps: 24,601
  • Public transport experienced: 6 (two busses, 3 trams, 1 metro)
  • Total vinyl haul so far: 7 discs (one is a double album)

DRT Day 12: Palaces and paprikash

Our first full day in Budapest! We decided to start with the Buda side of the city and explore the royal palace. It was a yogurt and granola breakfast day then we set out into the bright sunshine and heat to explore.  A short bus ride across the Danube dropped us at the bottom of the castle hill, at a completely different side of the castle than we saw yesterday.  A series of stairs and lifts brought us out in the middle of a building that seemed to be half offices and half museum.  Odd but informative.

The display there outlined the 1000+ years of history for the castle from King Steven (now Saint King Steven) through the Mongol raids, the Ottoman occupation, and the incredible destruction in both world wars.  It was my kind of museum exhibit: 2-3 sentences of information that was right to the point and supported by a visual aid (map, sketch, photograph, etc.) Best of all was the fact that we had the entire place to ourselves.

With this modicum of knowledge, we started to wander the grounds.  The main thing that the palace seems to be known for is the sweeping views from the hill across the Danube.  And they are spectacular.  It just seems odd that the most famous building in Buda is all about the view of Pest. Out along the castle walls we found the hoards of tourists with their selfie sticks (I didn’t even know they were still a thing!) so it was time for a little more learning.

We bought tickets for St Stephen’s Hall, traditionally one of the most important rooms in the palace and recently refurbished.  It was a pretty impressive display of Baroque-inspired idolatry with the saint and his retinue captured in goal leaf.  (Aside:  there was a holographic rendering of what historians now believe Stephen looked like and it reminded me of Graham Chapman in Monty Python and the Holy Grail!)

More interesting for us was the exhibit on the history of the city which laid out all the major changes that both Buda and Pest (and others) had been through in the last 1000 years.  Similar to the castle history outline, this exhibit went through the settlement and migration patterns of the inhabitants of the city at the various eras of history.  And there is a lot of information about the destruction of the city that accompanied the regime changes.  Frank noted that Budapest seemed to blow up more often than a Spinal Tap drummer  (aren’t we just full of pop culture references today!) This exhibit had much more information on the city’s changes post-WWII under the communist regime.  It was interesting to compare that to what we learned in Bratislava.

Another interesting display was on the reconstruction plans that the castle is in the midst of.  Whilst walking about the grounds, you can’t help but notice that everything is under construction.  It is quite annoying to try to get some historical zen on when there are jackhammers going all around you.  But we learned there is method in the madness and the work is part of a massive plan to reconstruct the palace and surrounding buildings from the war damage and neglect of the last half century.  Pretty ambitious to be fair.

Wandering through all the construction was a bit of a challenge but we managed to get to the other main building of interest:  the Matthias Church. Classical gothic architecture outside, amazing almost Moorish decor inside.  It reminded me of some of the churches we visited in Spain several years ago.  I couldn’t help but wonder if there was some influence from the 150 years of Turkish occupation in the decor. So no stained glass here but it definitely wasn’t necessary.

After a full morning wandering, the sun was taking its toll so it was time to say goodbye to Buda and return to Pest.  We carried our Spanish memories to lunch where we found a lovely cafe with paella, sangria, and misting fans!  Then more wandering around this side of the city before we needed a respite from the heat and headed back to the flat to hydrate and soak up some AC.

The real attraction of the day was yet to come: a Hungarian cooking class!  We would be learning how to make cold sour cherry soup, chicken paprikash and Grundel pancakes.  Marti – our instructor – was amazing, and coincidentally also Coeliac so GF was not a problem.  We were joined by a young couple from Perth, Australia who had other food issues so we definitely covered a great deal of the allergy spectrum!

But the experience was amazing and the food spectacular!  As we chopped onions and peppers, we learned about Hungarian cooking traditions, the different types of paprika, and other interesting culinary tidbits.  We flipped pancakes and melted chocolate.  And made homemade spaetzle! The sour cherry soup was delicious and the chicken paprikash simply amazing. The Grundel pancakes were like crepes filled with a walnut and raisin cream then fried before being smothered in dark chocolate sauce.  We got to taste palinka (sour cherry brandy) and both red and white Hungarian wines.  We had fantastic conversations with our new cooking friends.  By the end of the evening we practically needed to roll down the street to get home.

Data for today:

  • Steps: 17,375
  • Construction sites navigated: 6
  • Calories consumed: definitely not even guessing