Hulk, Haggis, food, drink and a great concert

Just a quick note just before we depart. The last 5 days went past very fast, on account of the busy schedule we managed to cobble together. Friday was pretty much spent at home, but that was the lull before the storm.

Erzsi

On Saturday we had two events, one very sad, the other great fun. We had a lovely friend, whom we met 4 and half years ago at a mutual friend's 60th birthday party. We then saw her a bit later at our own place in Ber when she came and visited us. And that is all, and in spite of that we loved her, because she was an instantly lovable person. Her name was Erzsi and she was a photographer artist. That sad event was her funeral, and I cried a bit, but it was uplifting and the church was full. As it was said during the service, there were a lot of us there, not because we loved her, but because she loved us. Very nice lady, it was sad to say farewell.

Roy and David

In the afternoon we went to Rizmajer's for a spot of food and drink in excellent company. We invited Hulk and Haggis, aka David and Agi, to show them the craft beers available at that pub. We had a really lovely time with them, which was repeated again on Monday in another pub. This time we went together to Beckett's, a lovely Irish pub with good food and equally nice beer. Roy had a steak, and the beers went down pretty fast.

Agi and me

Roy didn't come with us to the Music Academy after, but the concert was absolutely brilliant. Istvan Vardai, Julia Pusker, ... and a wind jazz orchestra played amazing pieces, most of which I have never even heard of. Istvan Vardai is one of my "telephone directory" people, which means that if he came out on the podium and read the telephone directory, I would still buy a ticket and go and see him. He is a brilliant chellist and a delightful human being. Unfortunately (for us), he is now also world famous and is not seen in his home town too often. But we managed to catch him this time and had a brilliant evening.

Earlier on Monday we also went to the Doctor's Bakery, which I might have mentioned before. A week ago Zsofi presented me with a list of things I can't eat and yeast w as on the list. So I had to get some sourdough bread, and this bakery is great for that. I have seriously fallen in love with his bread and now have decided to eat bread only from there. I am having sandwiches in a minute, so I am looking forward to that gorgeous bread which is full of holes. Just like when I was a kid.

Statue of a Great Dane by my hairdresser's

I went to the hairdresser's this morning and now am looking like a concentration camp inmate, but hopefully it will be handy in the hot weather in the Canaries. Roy went out this afternoon and bought himself a lovely pair of black shoes, so I think we have finished shopping for the cruise and are ready  to pack. What with my clothes bought last week, his lovely new shirts, bought this week, plus these shoes I think we got everything to kit us out, bar the blazer, but as they are not in fashion, that was almost impossible to get. He will have to do without it.

We are off on Thursday, and if the internet does not cost an arm and a leg, I might post from onboard the Oceana, but I can't promise.