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Why am I surprised whenever something fun happens in this town? #part2

Maki time

1. Ingredients. This time it was tuna&mayonnaise, smoked (Scottish?) salmon, cucumber and fried egg.

2. Pressing. Rice should cover about half of the nori seaweed up to the edges.

Definitely the trickiest (and stickiest) part.

3. Assembling and trying out different combinations. 
Tuna&mayo, egg, cucumber and sesame was my favourite.

4. Rolling. Very hard to do without a Japanese rolling mat.

5. Maki sausage ready to be sliced.

6. Ta-da!

After this finger licking (literally, blame it on the rice!) Japanese dinner, we decided to get some ice cream. M., the only Japanese in the house, decided he had had enough "exotic" food and went for something "local": caramel ice cream with fleur de sel from Piran :)

Žabe, žabe...

Why am I surprised whenever something fun happens in this town?

Points of view and schools of thought

Talking to my parents: 

"This time things are more complicated than I thought."

Mom (the optimist): "Don't worry, it will work out. It always does."

Dad (the pessimist): "Well, things are really not looking that good. You are leaving in ten days and there are still so many unresolved issues..."

Me (the realist?): "Let me annoy the Ministry of Transport to death. Then we'll talk about it." 

Back to reality

And it's harder than I thought. Everyone likes fairytales, don't we? If you ask me, every wedding is a fairytale and as such it is absolutely perfect. Promising that you'll stick with someone no matter what and that you'll always be there for them is no easy thing nowadays. 

A fairytale in the making: the bride, the groom and the Danube 

This was the first wedding at which I didn't cry, mainly because I don't understand a word of Hungarian. I like going to Hungary precisely because I give my brain a chance to relax. I can't read any of the signs (apart from "open" and "closed") and I can only say "hi!", "thank you", "how are you?" and "good night". I can't make any connections with the languages I know because there are none (apart from the days of the week, which are almost the same in Slovene and in Hungarian - probably because of Russian - and some food names e.g. kolač). 

Although it was a short holiday. I've realised I quite enjoy spending time with my parents. We haven't been on a proper holiday together for a very long time. Usually I force them to follow me and help me move in/move out from a place. This time I wanted us to have a nice time together so I took care of the planning. They still had to drive there and back, but other than that they could just relax. 

I also realised that some things never change. If you are really close to someone, you might not see them for almost a decade, but the moment you see each other again, you just forget about the time that passed. There we were, all four roomates together again. 

2006

2015

A. arrived late as usual and missed the wedding ceremony (so typical of her! :)

R. was stubborn and funny as usual and her wheelchair driving skills were still impressive.

Z., the bride, was loving and caring, although I almost ran over her dress a couple of times. She admitted that my wheeling around was on her list of nightmare wedding scenarios :)

I was the one who "told our Biology teacher we had a good reason for being late for class: it was St. Nicholas day and we had been opening presents", "never took showers" (disclaimer: I have never been dirty or smelly, I was just environmentally aware :) and "was always hitting on handsome guys" (with a very high failure rate, I may add - see pic below).

We definitely were the most talkative, happiest and noisiest table in the whole restaurant and the first to join the bride on the dancefloor after the first dance. It was only after realising that the music we liked the most were songs from the 80s, 90s and early 2000s that we were forced to accept the fact that we are not 17 anymore. 

Darn! I missed it again! ;)

A picture-esque weekend

It's hard to keep running regularly (and efficiently) in this heat. The only solution is to wake up extra early and make the most of the morning peace and quiet.

So on Saturday morning I got up early (thank you for the inspiration, J. :). By 6 am I was already rolling up and down the empty streets in the pleasant morning chill. No heat, no traffic, but what's even more important, no passers by asking me if I need help because the only other people on the road were runners or cyclists. I even managed to fit in some stop&go exercises in an otherwise noisy and crowded playground, practise some quick turns and stretch.

By 10 am I had managed to:
- run and exercise
- do the dishes while listening to the news (x3)
- have breakfast in my favourite cafe while reading Murakami's 1Q84
- go for a long walk and enjoy the amazing view while sobbing ("Oh, I love this town" Mind you, this only happens when I am about to leave)
- buy the newspaper and skim through it
- scan documents and send them to Lux

How many more things could we get done if only we managed to get up early enough? I have a friend who is so busy that he only sleeps three hours a night. He seems to be fine, but I doubt you can do it for a long time. I keep wanting to read a book by an ultra-marathon runner who ran through the desert and apparently survived by only sleeping for 20 minutes at a time.

And it got even better. I got home after the run and found this in the mailbox.

Seeing my name next to the English version makes me giggle because it was more like a four-hand job (M., you're one of the very few people who knows exactly how my brain works...and yet you decided to be my friend. Cheers, hen!)

And then...

Round courgettes. Aren't they cute? 

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Murakami in my back garden, which I am redescovering these days