Current music:  Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Zero

This song reminds me of so many things…..(in this order):

-Prepping for Love Parade in Berlin; both years I went: with my mom’s friend and with my best friend stateside
-Walking down the hallway of the Social in downtown Orlando
-Arriving to visit my friend in NY
-Dancing down the safe, quiet allies of Munich
-Barhopping through the streets of rainy SF
-Driving through the well-lit tunnels of Munich & Hungary – each leading to their own amazing & unique destinations.
-Dancing through dark Barcelona alleyways, finding a Picasso museum to wander thru
Playing hookie in the Ibiza airport on the baggage cart w/ my best friend, almost missing our flight back to Germany… we got evil eyes for that one when we boarded the plane lol!

Love the adventures this video reminds me of, and also of their value; they are priceless… and looking forward to many many more : )

O-ma :*)

As I’m building the blog for my family (mainly for those who are overseas and so rarely get an insight into the world we have here), I came across this picture I have of my grandmother (mom’s side).  In Hungarian, as well as German, “grandmother” is commonly referred to as “oma.”  She has since passed away, about 7 yrs ago, but this is precisely how I remember her.  I recall being very afraid of her when we would go back to Hungary to visit, simply bc she  was always saying we should eat eat EAT!!!! and then go to bed “AZONNAL” (immediately!).   But as I grew older and more able to understand her and communicate with her, she was such a great, funny, spunky person!  She also told us this old wives tale about spiders falling into our eyes if we didn’t close them once we were in bed…. –perhaps that’s why I’m not so fond of the 8-legged creatures…  it was a long time ago, I’d like to think that didn’t scar me to this day lol!

We had a joke about chocolate once, and how this one certain brand of chocolate (not Milka) had a really silky-like texture for the dark chocolate they made, and in Hungarian, this word was selymes (pronounced shay-mesh).. so anytime we would have a piece, we would become more “silky smooth…”  she was a riot.  I loved her, and she was the only grandparent I ever really was able to get to know before passing, and the only one of my friends who ever got to actually meet her (I didn’t say understand her, just meet) was my best friend Mike when we went for a 6-week tour d’Europe (who they happily nicknamed “Mishi“).  As I came across this picture and breathed a small sigh of teary-eyed reminiscence (Lord knows exactly when this picture was taken..  early ’90’s if not before?), I realize she was eating the same brand of German chocolate that I so love to this day!

For the longest, Milka chocolate was not sold here in the states, so when my uncle would come to visit (from my dad’s side), we would always be super excited to get the chooocoooolaaaate lol!  He brought some just this past January, and as per the usual, it was quickly gone  : 9  Must run in the bloodline, apparently.  The picture is of my Oma and that same familiar purple chocolate wrapper that could only mean Milka, and the other is of the yumminess that my uncle brought; some things just don’t change.  Of course, these days I’m very happy to see him and hear his stories over await the chocolate he may bring, that’s just an added bonus :*)

*oh and “Alles Liebe” literally means “all love” in German, but more-so means “all my love.”  How apropo;

Oma, this one is most definitely for you, “sok, sok Szeretettel” ❤

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