Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sunday in Kállósemjén

Sunday is traditionally held as a day of rest here in the village, although not everyone necessarily honors this.  But a day of resting and eating grandma's huge Sunday lunches is ok with us.

Today we started with some relaxing in the sun, a survey of family animals




and humans





where the boy and girl dressed in their aprons and were serving the customers, which really turned into writing down prices and presenting each customer with two separate bills, one for each waiter.  Grandma was charged for the food she cooked. She took it well.

So continuing the survey with some of the plant life


we finally resolved to go for a family bike ride across the village and into the forest on the north side.

Just past the primary school is a farm road heading out into the fields, and from there we can enter the natural area for a pleasant family ride through the forest.


Our usual stop here is an area with a few folksy houses and a collection of animals. Here we are happily arriving, after some time in the hot sun and pushing our bikes through deep sand, and under some crackling, buzzing hi-voltage lines.


This guy first brought us here after his school class came here with their bikes on a field trip.  Pretty cool, a school field trip on bikes!  Here he is with survival kit.


Walking through the area is very peaceful, just the chirping of birds and some other animal noise.


Some of the folksy houses - this one features a pile of scrap apples fermenting in the sun - the girl observed that it "smells like beer" -



We like to climb up this tower to see how far we can see


 and just past there are these lovely/frightening wild pigs


We made our way back home and prepared for the highly anticipated rainstorm after weeks of drought.  It didn't rain much, but we did get some nice pictures out of it. These are looking out of the back of grandma's property, across her cornfield.



and on the other side


Grandma was not thrilled by the amount of rain, and now there is a hail warning. None of it bodes well for the crops.  Our fingers are crossed.

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