Uncovering Budapest’s Secrets: What 100 Mondays Revealed to Joan Stack Kovach
The family stays two years. They enjoy the amazing fresh produce and meats for home cooking and restaurant meals at a fraction of the cost of prices in the USA. They attend bargain concerts of live classical music played by exquisite musicians who may be taxi drivers by day. Each of the sons finds his own path, be it returning to the U.S. to continue college studies, or engaging in the Hungarian rave music scene with weekend concerts that go until the wee hours. The dad continues his studies of Hungarian and begins to master the confabulating language. The rest of the family have nailed down the phrases they need to get by. But when they deliver the words they do know, with the pronunciation of native speakers, they consistently find they are deep into conversations they can’t understand and have to admit “Nem értek magyarul.” I don’t understand Hungarian.
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