OF COURSE! WE WENT TO AUSTRIA!

Seasoned Expat Experiences One day, I met with my friend Luca*. We talked in German as we always do, and I was curious where Luca learned to speak German so well. Sure, she makes a grammatical mistake here and there, or she uses the wrong word. But even specialized words such as “Autowaschanlage” (car wash), […]

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SHE DOESN’T SPEAK HUNGARIAN!

Seasoned Expat Experiences Dring! I picked up the receiver for the door and said “Hello?” “Hejdalhfejlsahjsköhjs könyv hifedkslhödkolsohifjedlak”, I heard. Könyv, book, is the only word I understood. The man from the library again? A couple of months ago, someone had come to collect books for the library. I opened. When the young man came […]

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Friday is Monday – Or Seriously Embarrassed

Seasoned Expat Experiences I pushed the door open to the small hairsalon. “Tessék?”, a lady said, turning from making a client’s hair to face me. In that moment, I realized that I had no idea how to say that I wanted a haircut – but then, isn’t that obvious in a hair salon? “Egy rendelöt […]

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One of the Hardest Languages?

Seasoned Expat Experiences For the last 1.5 years, I’ve been learning the hardest language I ever learned, and I can still not speak or understand it. You think I mean Hungarian? No. The language is called Sophiesh. Sophie is my younger daughter. And entrepreneurial as she is, at 2 years and 4 months she speaks […]

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THAT LOOK

Seasoned Expat Experiences I put the muesli and the milk on the cash register. It was Sunday and I was at the Prima supermarket under Fény Piac (Fény Market), next to Mammut. The cashier looked at my two daughters, smiled and said somethings nice about them. Still smiling, she addressed me. And boom. The smile […]

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NO BUTTER NO PROBLEM?

Seasoned Expat Experiences When we practice a new language, we often say nonsense. This happened to me. The bus abruptly stopped, and a young woman bumped into me. “Bocsánat”, she said, “I am sorry.” “No problem, semmi vaj”, I replied smiling, proud to show off my Hungarian – or so I thought. For me, the […]

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