Today marked an exceptionally unusual day here in Hungary. As I was waiting for the bus to come after my visit to the market, a woman kept making comments to me. I had no idea what she was saying, but I supposed that anything she said, “I don’t know” would be a sufficient answer.
“Where’s that blasted darned bus?” asks lady. “I don’t know.”
“What’s that fool think he’s doing smoking at the bus stop?” asks lady. “I don’t know.”
“It’s a mighty hot one. When’s it gonna cool off?” asks lady. “I don’t know.”
But, then she gets me. She looks at my belly and says, “Got a baby in there?” Love, love, loving to talk about my offspring, and assuming “I don’t know” is never the correct answer to her question, I piped up. “Yes!”
And, then we’re off. I’m having small talk with a Hungarian. This never happens! She’s telling me about her kids, grand kids, about why she doesn’t look like she’s 60 even though she is, and more.
Then, we load the bus and I tell her to have a good day. She then moves to sit by me to keep chatting. I cannot believe this! Where did this social butterfly come from? She’s now giving me advice on what to eat and not to eat. All meats except pork are fine because pork is fatty. Tomatoes, cucumbers, apples, oranges are all good. Avoid bread and sugar. I think she wanted to adopt me and take me home when I informed her that I don’t eat sugar except only honey on occasion. Someone who heeds her advice! An angel! She then told me how to eat. Five small meals a day. Only a very small meal before going to bed. Fruits and vegetables and no bread.
I thanked her profusely for all of the the tips and assured her that the baby and I are very fond of fruits and vegetables, particularly Hungarian peppers since we can’t get them in the U.S. And, I think she was duly satisfied. As was I because I just had 15 minutes of small talk with a sweet Hungarian lady.