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No husband, no kids, no pancakes aka single woman’s life in Hungary

Hello guys,

What’s up? I hope you are well and enjoying the Summer. It has been a while since I last wrote to you, but contrary to beliefs, a single woman has a life too with many tasks.

And my last sentence is the main reason I’m here. What is the connection between the pancakes and the single life? Well, trust me you will understand it very soon. Let me start with a story from a couple of months ago. So I asked my Mom to make pancakes for me. Of course, she said yes, but something always happened so I left without pancakes. (I know I can do it for myself and why am I waiting for my mother to do this for me? But trust me, it is much better if I do not even start the pancakes…anything else but this food. 😅) Later on, it seemed that the stars were aligned, and I could eat this delicious dessert…but something happened again…my mother asked my sister-in-law what she wanted to eat (because our family gathered together again) and said something else. 

Now I want to stop here for a second before any misunderstanding happens. I love my sister-in-law and I love the food she suggested, plus my mom didn’t say yes to her on purpose or because she disrespected me or she put anyone above me. Life just happened and mom forgot that she promised the pancakes to me. So you can ask what is the issue then? The “issue” was that my amazing mother told me when I confronted her that “your sister-in-law carries my next grandchild”. It makes sense and I agree, but a few months earlier my dad told me that he could not ask my brother about something (that I totally forgot and not even relevant) because my brother has his family and he has a life. I told my dad that even though I do not have a family of my own I have my life too. But he said that’s nothing, you do not have a life until you have your own family. 

And these two events made me think. So if I read this situation correctly, if you do not have a husband and kids, you do not have a life aka you have time and energy to do everything that everyone wants and your vote will count next time whenever you get at least a boyfriend next to you. Hmm. Interesting.🤔😅 It seemed that I had to get pregnant to get my pancakes.😱😅

I started to think and recognise some basic truths about how your family, friends and the people around you usually see you in Hungary (especially in the countryside) if you are 35 years old, a woman and single. First I want to clarify some things. There are two types of singles. 

  • The ones who chose to be single. They do not want family, kids or the complications that even a relationship could cause. 
  • And there is another type (just like me), life happened. They want to have a family, kids and all the other things, but Life hasn’t given it to them yet. They are not single by choice. 

And the biggest problem is that no one makes an effort to ask you which single group you are in. Most people don’t even realize that types exist. They just automatically assume that you chose to be single. This is what you want. 

When I used to live in London, no one cared. Why would they? 10-12 million people in the city, and nothing new under the sun. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t have a relationship. The age is crucial in this subject. If we lived in the Bridgerton era, I would be called a spinster… well, I am called the spinster nowadays too (totally like Bridget Jones).🤣 Anyway, in London, no one cares if you go to the Mall in your pyjamas on Sunday afternoon, so obviously they care less about your marital status?!

BUT in Hungary… different. ( I know if I lived in a big city here in Hungary would be easier too). Big city, with millions of people, so no one knows you. In Hungary, the whole country’s population is less than the number of people living in London. It means that everyone in the country knows everyone or at least some who knows someone, who knows at least one of your relevant.🙄 And we Hungarians are very judgy. We judge everything and everyone. The social expectation in the countryside is that you have to be married, have at least one kid, your house and car in your garage before the age of 30. If you are at least not married before you hit the third X and you are a woman… you better dig your grave and wait for death, because “you will die alone”. (Or at least that’s what they say.)

So here are some of the latest examples I have heard regarding my marital status from my beloved circle:

  1. “Something is wrong with you! You are too picky, you are not good enough or you are way too strong so every man just runs away from you.”- I do not even want to comment on this. 😂
  2. “We are worried because kids are the meaning of life.” I love the kids and I wish to have one, but still, I think my life has a purpose without them too. Maybe I am wrong. 🤔
  3. “There aren’t many decent guys left at your age, you cannot be picky otherwise you will never get married. (and die alone)” Again, I wish to get married one day, but I rather live alone than be in a toxic relationship just to be married and have kids, so our society accepts me. No one can make you happy, you are the one who is responsible for your happiness. Plus not everyone is that lucky to find her/his other half 10-15 years ago and live happily ever after. (At least not that much I know.)
  4. “You need a husband, a house, a kid, a dog and a car, so your life can be happy.”- No one ever asked me what makes me happy. Some people are happy alone. Some of us are just happy if we can travel instead of changing diapers.

These are just the few sentences I have to hear. Getting a boyfriend is not easy. It is not like I go to Tesco and buy one. I do not choose to be single. Life happened. I had relationships, I had my heart broken and during the pandemic, I closed myself and now I try to open up again. If you ever had a heartbreak, you know it is hard to get out and trust again. However, I try, to give everyone a possibility. I do not search for a boyfriend, husband or anything… he will come whenever it is the time. (Well, if not then I inherit everything to my nephews. 😅) I am fine as it is, to be honest. But I am sharing with you my last two experiences (just to support my claim)…since these two men, I care less about dating than ever. 

  1. He is a lovely guy, so nice and kind. However, after 2 days of talking on the phone (not even meeting), he told me that his goals are for this year to get married and have a kid. (It was in the middle of February). – I mean, I want these things but NOT TOMORROW!!!!!🤣I am not desperate. Plus this is another important thing to mention, that there is a difference between wanting a kid or a family. I do not want a kid just to have one and thick on my list… I want a family with a partner to grow together and support each other. 

Also, this guy told me, he would give his salary to his wife, but he wants her to clean, wash the dishes, cook, do the laundry, etc. But in return, he will do the “men’s jobs”.- I can cut the grass too, thank you. I am not a feminist and I want the guys to open the door for me but to share the housework (men and women work too) is basic with me. I do not wish to be anyone’s maid. 

  1. This last one wasn’t even a date or anything. The guy liked me so much and he couldn’t be more obvious even if he would try to. We met at my friend’s house and for the whole evening, he just talked about how beautiful my eyes are and how lovely my smile is, etc.- So the point is that he was cute, but he doesn’t like to take care of personal hygiene. No more explanation… I do not even want to go into this. Let your imagination work. 

So after these two I “gave up”.😅 Trust me there were more interesting stories, but a woman never gave out all her secrets. Maybe I am picky, but to me personal hygiene, nice talk about various things or not dealing with me as an object is important. I am not perfect. I have millions and millions of defaults. My teeth are not straight, I have a couple of wrinkles, I am chubby during the winter, I am also stubborn, loud, passionate and very moody, but I know my values. 

Even though it is annoying to listen to people’s judgement, I do not care. Don’t get me wrong it bothered me and I felt I was nothing and no one… I even started to feel depressed again, but I stopped and started to think and then I realized something that I always tell you guys: At the end of the day doesn’t matter what people think of you until you are happy with yourself and your life. And I am. I am not where I thought I would be at my age, but I am happy with what I have. I have plans, goals and dreams, just like everyone else. What will happen next I am not sure. I have no idea how my life will be in 5 years, but I do not let other people’s noise get into my head and destroy the good things in my life.

So being single or married, divorced or in a relationship, doesn’t matter your material status, the only thing matters the most is that how you feel about yourself and your life.

SpitFire up and enjoy this period of your life because you never know what tomorrow will bring.🤗

Oh, and please don’t forget: Don’t have to be always strong to be a Hero.😘

XOXO,

Krisz😘

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Appreciate small things

Hello, hello

I hope you enjoying the Fall. Here in Hungary, we are so lucky as the weather is still sunny and above 20 degrees, so it feels more like late Summer than Fall, but the leaves are starting to fall down and change their colours.

And that’s how I ended up with this subject. This Summer in London wasn’t the nicest. It was chilled, windy and not as hot as expected (at least not much above 20 degrees and definitely not enough sunshine for me). So when I relocated to Hungary, I expected, I would feel hot again next Summer, but I was wrong. Since I came home (end of August) the weather has been incredible just like my mood. My friends and family often joke that I am working with solar energy, because if the Sun is up and the temperature is around 20 Celsius, I can conquer the World two times a day, but if not… Well, I am grumpy and feel low energy. I just wish to stay at home and relax the whole day. 

I started to feel happier and grateful for small things. I didn’t realise in the past years how much weather affects ME. Of course, I knew, because there are millions of studies about the amount of daily light and all the connections between this and our energy level and how it affects our performance. However, I just noticed that I am calmer and things that bothered me, now really don’t matter any more. Because I feel better I started to notice small things. Like how grateful I am because of the weather or how lucky I am that I can bake again. ( That’s one of my relaxing states, but this is a story for another day.) I can walk in nature, see the Balaton, eat delicious food, my bicycle, the shops and the kind strangers. But mostly for the fact that I am with people I love. 

I am happy that I can see my family and friends whenever I wish to see them and I do not have to count days and calculate my holidays. I finally live my life… I finally have a life again. I do things I love and be with the people I love the most. That’s my definition of HAPPINESS. I am sure this word means other things to each one of us. What I realised during these past months is that I can have the best job ever, I can live in the most bubbling place in the world, I can have all the money (this is still one of the most important and who says money does not make you happy, trust me, that person has never been poor), without sharing with my loved once means nothing.

So basically what I wish to say today is that I need to be surrounded by people I love and when I have this, I can see the small things and be grateful. Honestly feel the appreciation and not just saying or writing. If you ever heard “fake it until you make it”, you know what I mean. Most of the big motivational speakers, positive gurus or anyone who tried to be a bit positive heard that. Just start to count and write your blessings and you will feel it soon. I did it for years. Every day I wrote in my diary or notebook the things, people, places, and everything that I can be grateful for in the past 24 hours. Monthly I wrote a list about everything, from the water to the air why I was grateful, but most of the time I felt nothing. Or if I felt anything, it was when something really good happened. For sure after a bit of time, I started to notice the small things, like a nice cashier and made me feel a bit better, but somehow most of my days I felt empty. On my bad days, I felt anxious and depressed, even if the cashier was the nicest person ever or if I had my favourite cake from my favourite place. Don’t get me wrong, because I know that bad days are important and it is perfectly normal if I am not happy all the time, but something was missing. I wasn’t surrounded by people I truly loved and I tried to force the gratitude. I forced myself to feel something with all those lists. I don’t say stop doing it, because they are useful, but if you don’t feel something, please leave it for the next day. If you write every day for hours and after the first 30 things (including your favourite activities or people) still feel empty, just leave it. Go back and start again the next day. My suggestion is that if you skip 3 days and still feel nothing, please sit down and try to find the root of the problem ( or ask for help, from friends, a therapist, or anyone you trust). But if you feel gratitude, feel the appreciation and you forget to write them, don’t worry, it’s okay if you live your life you do not have time to document every moment of it, the most important is the feeling.

And trust me the small things will be the most important. Such as your kids went to school on time and you weren’t in a rush. Or when you have time to drink your coffee before work while you are sitting on a bench in a park. Or the time you could spend with your family, the lovely weather in October. It could be anything.

My favourite “small things” from the last couple of months were the birthdays I managed to attend, the goodnight hugs from my loved ones, the games with my nephew ( I love the slides on the playground), the fireworks with my parent in Szigetvár, the morning sticky notes from my Mom when I was there, the mother-daughter days, the chats with my Dad in our garden, the furniture shopping and build up, the grapes, the view, the Balaton, the fact that I made it, I am home. I could tell you a million other things, but what I appreciate the most is that I FEEL the gratitude, I FEEL the love, I FEEL I am alive.

So please go out and FEEL the life, not just document it and if I ever can help with anything, please send me an email or message me on any social media platform and I am happy to SpitFire you up!

Be happy and don’t forget: Don’t have to be always strong to be a Hero. Also, follow me on at least one of the below. 😘

XOXO,

Krisz😘

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Zrínyi Days- Szigetvár

Hello Guys,

I hope you had a nice couple of weeks since my last post “Moved On”.

As I mentioned, I would like to introduce you to my “home town”, Szigetvár and its biggest event the Zrínyi Days. I was born in this small town, however, I grew up and my parents still live in a small village next to it. 

Szigetvár is in Baranya county, South-west Hungary, only 25-30 km far from the Croatian border. Around ten thousand people live in this place. This small town was significant during the 1500 years when Sultan Suleiman The Magnificent tried to conquer the world. His way was during my little town and in 1566 he attacked the fortress. Long story short, the head of the fortress Nicholas Zríny with only 2500 soldiers held the fortress for 34 days against the around fifty thousand Ottoman army. On 7th September 1566, when the fortress was on fire and Zríny could not hold it anymore, instead of surrendering, at dawn he and his only 300 soldiers left, he ran out of the fortress and they died as heroes. The Ottomans had a huge loss during the siege of Szigetvar and even when they got the fortress, the Sultan died and they had to retreat to the South, so their expedition to Vienna during Buda failed and they only could try to do it again in 1687, more than hundred years later. And that’s why Szigetvár celebrates every single year at the beginning of September the Zrínyi Days in honour of the heroes who died in the battle.

Since 1833 every year the town has organised these event series. There were several programs this year too. Including memorial ceremonies, theatres, concerts, gastronomical, children and tradition-keeping programs. Doesn’t matter how old are you, you will find something interesting. The program series started on 7 September and ended with the traditional fireworks on 10 September. The programs are around the whole city. The concerts took place in the city centre, the Zrínyi square, the theatres were in the Vigadó building, and the Attach was around the fortress. On Castle Street these days you can buy the best quality Hungarian handmade products, but if you love the funfair, you won’t be disappointed. There were so many folklore groups, Croatians (as Zríny wasn’t just Hungarian, he was also a Croatian Ban), Szigetvár has a brother town in Turkey too, therefore their tradition keepers came to visit and of course Szigetvár’s two Zrínyi folklore groups. On the last day of the program series after noon in every hour, you could hear an arsenal. Every hour as many shut as many hours until 8 pm when the ending ceremony started after the last gunfire.

I remember when I was a kid we always waited these days, especially Sunday’s closing day. Everyone around the town gathered together. The kids could watch the “battle” and after that, we had some chimney cake or cotton candy. But the most amazing was the closing ceremony. Everyone gathered together in the fortress, we listened to our National Hymn, the mayor had his speech, and when everyone was done, the “magic” started… the fireworks. It wasn’t as huge as the bonfire night at Alexandra Palace or the New Year’s Eve fireworks in London, but it was always the best because the family and friends were together.

After almost eleven years in London, I could visit the Zrínyi days and guess what… still these small fireworks are the most amazing, but this year it was special to me because it wasn’t just the closing day of the Zrínyi Days…nope… because it was the closing event of one of the most amazing weekend I could spend with my family without the nervousness that I have to leave them and with the feeling that I’ve made it. I made it to be there on my nephew’s first birthday and I made it to be there on my brother’s 30th birthday. Also, I made it to be there for the fireworks. I know it sounds cheesy, but this is the truth, We do not appreciate anything enough the small things in our lives… that’s why in my next post, I will bring up some small, but very important things from my life and talk about the differences between my lovely little village and London.

However, if you wish to know more about Szigetvár, trust me there are some programs and places to visit during the year, (even if there are no Zrínyi Days) such as the museum and the Turkish mosque in the fortress, the thermal bath, theatres or even just a few kilometres the Villányi wine yards, you can visit the town’s website here. 

I hope you enjoyed it and you will consider SpitFire up my little town in the future (Let me know if you coming and I am more than happy to guide you.) 😉

XOXO,

Krisz😘

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Easter in Hungary

Hello, Bunnies

Happy Easter or Happy Bunny, as we usually say in Hungary! 🐰

Easter is one of my favorite holidays, not only because it is a four days weekend, but because finally, it is Spring. Flowers everywhere, colors, nature is waking up, the days are getting longer and the weather is starting to warm up. Easter is about rebirth, renewal, and the celebration of the colors. (At least to me.)

So many traditions attached to Easter depend on the family or which part of the country you goes. So I decided to talk about my family’s Easter traditions. When I was a kid, we always decorated the house and colored boiled eggs. My grandma did it with onion leaves and made them brown. Sometimes she used wax to draw on the eggs. At home, we bought some egg coloring kits with stickers, but either way, the end was beautiful and colorful eggs.

Saturday my mum cooked the ham and the eggs, as these are the traditional breakfast for Easter morning. Of course, she cooked and baked as well, because the family gathered together on Sunday for a lunch. Also we “built the nest for the Easter Bunny”. My brother and I went to the garden with one of our mother’s baskets and we collected some grass, to make sure the Bunny has the best and nicest place, so he could bring us lots of chocolates. (Back then usually the kids got mostly chocolates, toys, and some money from their grandparents. Now it is a bit different because Easter became Spring’s Christmas, and the kids get toys and of course money after a certain age.)

When Easter morning came we woke up we were so excited to see what the Bunny brought for us. Also, the family set down together and eat the traditional Easter breakfast. This breakfast contained ham, boiled eggs, horseradish sauce, some vegetables, and fresh bread. (It was funny because we grow up like we never really had breakfast, we just grabbed a cup of hot cocoa and ate first around 10 am, so the Easter breakfast was delicious, but we did not really a huge fan of eating in the morning. 😅) Usually this is the same everywhere in Hungary, mostly because of religious reasons, even if our family wasn’t really a religious family. As a Christian (even though I am not practicing my religion) Easter is a big celebration after 40 days of fasting, the first time you can eat meat. Especially on Good Friday, the meat was forbidden (good for vegetarians and vegans, less good for me.😅) As I said I do not really want to go to the religious side of the holiday.

So after we had our breakfast, we had a look at the nest and we were so happy and grateful that Bunny loved us and we always get something and then we waited for the rest of the family. Slowly arrived our grandparents and sometimes our uncle too. They all brought something for us and the nest just got full of goodies.

 At 12am we started our lunch. We always had chicken soup, breaded pork and/or chicken, stuffed meat, oven-baked meats with rice, mashed potatoes, some salads, and pickles. My mum always made at least 2-3 kids of cakes and grandmas brought their creations too. Yes, we were so full, so the rest of the day we just enjoyed the sunshine outside our garden and talked about everything. As kids, we played with the new toys and had so much fun.

Easter Monday is much more interesting in Hungary. This day is known as “Shower Monday” too. Every woman gets sprinkled or showered with water or perfumes and men get colored eggs, chocolates, or even money as rewards. The original tradition was actually that the boy shows his interest to the wed-aged girl like this. Always the single girls get sprinkled and no one else really. Somewhere if the boy got a basket (not only eggs) in return that showed he is the chosen one and even the girl’s family blessed his interest and after that, they were allowed to start “dating”. 

Nowadays it is a bit different but still, women get their sprinkles/showers, but now doesn’t matter their age and marital status. Actually, if you are a man and you want peace in the house, you just shower every woman.😀 The “belief” is in Hungary that the woman must be showered “locsolni”, otherwise they will get wither, just like the flowers. The boys go around the village or in the city neighborhood and usually, they use perfumes to sprinkle, but somewhere (mostly in the villages) still water is preferred. This is the man’s choice, and these days girls give them money instead of eggs or baskets. The boys create some nice or sometimes funny verbs where they “ask” the girl if she allows the sprinkles (not that a girl really has a choice 😅), and these verbs make the tradition funnier.

I always wanted to be a boy on this day. My brother was so shy and he just sprinkled the women in the family, he never went around the village, but he doubled his pocket money on this day. On the other side… well until the end of the day, I get wet (come on!) and I had at least 5-6 different perfumes smell mixed up on me and I couldn’t wait to go home (usually Easter Monday we celebrated in my grandmother’s house) and wash my hair. 

But still, I love Easter and all of those traditions. I think especially after we grow up, we forget the fun and Easter can be a very fun day. 

Some families or sociates in Hungary make Easter games for the kids, such as eggs painting, contests, “find the eggs competition” (hide the eggs or chocolates around the place and kids have to search for them) or my favorite was the egg rolling game (whose egg went farthest was the winner). Easter is mostly about the kids, but still, families gather together, eat and celebrate. 

I hope you will have a lovey Spit(firey)Easter and the Bunny brings you so much fun, love, and sweets.

And don’t forget during the big celebration, that you are a Hero, no matter what!😘

XOXO,

Krisz😘

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Hungary vs Italy: The wedding competition – part 1😉

Traditional Hungarian wedding

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As I mentioned a long time ago, I want to make a site where I will see the differences between nations, cultures, traditions, foods and so many other things based on my discovery. I am so excited about these “projects”, because I really love to talk to people. As you know I live in London, which is a beautiful cultural mass, so I am in the best place to do it.☺️ I hope you will enjoy reading these, just as much as I enjoyed writing them.

I am so lucky that one of my best friends is Italian and her (now) husband too. So when they invited me to attend their wedding, I felt so excited and so honored. Especially because they are one of the best couples I have ever met. Their love story and how they live their life is so inspiring.
So what’s the difference between an Italian and a Hungarian wedding? Well I have no idea where I start the list.😅 (Here I want to make a note that I love weddings and doesn’t matter where they take place, I just generally love them, so both nation’s weddings are incredibly and of course these are just general differences,due to a wedding is always based on the couple’s style.)
Let’s start with my nation’s, The “Traditional ” Hungarian wedding. The wedding starts with the groom going to the bridge’s house with all the invited people and asking the bride from her father. Live band escorts him to the house and the bride’s family offers small cakes or pastries with some drinks (of course alcohol) to the people who came to the house to see the “ceremony”. Some couples hire a ceremony master, some use the maid of honors, it really depends on the couple. (This is an old tradition, nowadays this part often will be skipped.) After that the whole crew must go to the groom’s house and ask the groom from his mother. (Again cakes, drinks, music, fun and some couples skip this part too.)
Once they have both been asked out from their parents, everyone goes to the church or the local council, it is absolutely up to the couple which will be the first place or nowdays the church wedding is not really a part of the weddings, due to not that much place in the World accepting the marriage which was only blessed by the church and not by the government. But if the couple decides to go to have both, they usually go to the church first. And that part is similiral in Italy, only they can do both the government and the church wedding in the church. Okay at this point I would like to make a note that I do not speak Italian, but I can understand a lot, so based on my “piccolo” Italian, the ceremony is quite the same, unless in Italy some guests say speeches about the couple, while in Hungary we are not allowed to do that. Shoulders must be covered in both countries in the church and that’s okay. (Another quick note that it was a christian catholic wedding- and I am christian too.)

After the ceremony in Hungary there is some rice, flowers, bubbles and whatever you want. Also there is the part where the guest is allowed to make “official” pictures with the couple, due to after the ceremony the couple usually goes to their chosen “photography place” where the official wedding pictures will be made. These pictures will be sent to the guests who were there, family members, to take as memories and the couple usually ask for an album for themselves as well.
While the couple is busy being photographed…Both countries’ weddings continue in the same way… “GO TO EAT!”🤣And trust me if I say both nation are really obsessed with the food part. The entire World knows that Italians are so into food and fashion… well Hungarian too. So you end up at the party place. It can be anywhere… restaurants, bars, cafes, fields, tents, castles, etc… anywhere where the couple like to have their wedding. This really depends on the couple, the number of attendees, the food, the type of the party or the theme of the wedding.
Once you arrive at the party place the first thing is…yes, you are right, drinks. 😅 It could be spirit, champagne, wine,etc. The most important thing is that you have to have your welcome drink.
The Continuation of the day is a bit different in each wedding, because in places you just sit down and be ready for the dinner or some couple choose to do their first dance before the meal is served or starts with some wedding games. The tradition is that the people have some cakes, talk a bit, drink a bit and once the couple arrives the dinner starts. Usually there is a siting plan, due to next to your name will be the wedding favours gift. The traditional Hungarian wedding menu includes chicken soup, which is always the start served with the vegetable and the chicken itself. Then comes the fried,baked and cooked meats/ vegetables (mostly pork, chicken and/or beef; fried mushrooms, cheese, cauliflower, etc.) with mashed potatoes, chips, rice, fresh salads, sauces, pickled onions and girkin, etc. The end comes the cakes … lots of different kinds of cakes. The menu is massive, but it is necessary otherwise you cannot drink… which is a very important part of the wedding. During the dinner, between two courses we do wedding games (it is kind of similar in Italy and the games too). The groom should take the bride’s garter with his teeth…or the quiz game where they have each other’s shoes and have to pull up the right shoe to answer the questions…the story telling game, where they involve the guests too. The ceremony master starts to tell a fairytale and each person has their own character. When you hear your character in the story you have to stand up…if you miss it or you stand up at the wrong time …well, you must drink.
After the dinner the couple danced their first dance (same in Italy) and the party officially started. The traditional music is the traditional Hungarian gypsy music from a band, but it can be a DJ too who plays the popular ’80 and ’90 songs.

A bit later the couple cut the wedding cake and the party continued with dance and drink, drink and dance until midnight… midnight they start to serve the traditional Hungarian stuffed cabbage, which is actually meatballs with cabbage…one of my favourite part of the weddings.😅 And in the meantime the couple goes and change their dresses from white to red, the symbol of that the bride is now officially a wife and a groom became a husband. Once this happens it will start the New wife dance… So traditionally the wife has to dance with all the male guests and the new husband dances with the female guest. Before the guests start their own dance with the couple they have to “pay” for this dance (the couple’s parents have a huge pot and the guests put their wedding gift- usually an envelope with money- into the pot). When everyone finished with them and paid for their dance it started another funny game. The New wife has a broom and the new husband has a dustpan. The guest throws the coins into the floor and they have to collect it all in a bucket, but the guest always continues to throw the bucket to the floor. Once all the coins are in it, the party counts until dawn. Usually the Hungarian weddings finish somewhere between 4am and 6am.
Every Hungarian has a little bit of Spitfire in them, especially if it is about a wedding 😅
Huh, I didn’t realize until I finished with how long this post is, so I will let you know about the Italian wedding in my next post which will be published very soon, I promise, so please check my Instagram, Facebook or just like the blog below the post so you will not miss anything.😘

Love all of you and I hope, I will have you all here tomorrow to see the Italians.😘

XOXO,

Krisz