Our summer holidays seem to have just slipped by us quietly. Mind you they always do if one’s not careful. Let me just give a short account of what happened in the last three months. I can’t go into too much detail, more of a general overview type.
In June after school got out, the children went to different day-camps, a week at a time. Bella had a training camp for synchronised swimming every evening, and at the end of the week they had their end-of-year gala proramme. It was really beautiful to watch, and they put a lot of work behind it. The same week the boys were in a sports camp, swimming and archery. Unfortunately, Patrick got a bladder infection after the second day, so he couldn’t go.
The week after, all three childen were signed up for a camp with swimming and horse-riding, but since Patrick was ill already, and on the Tuesday Kevin got tonsilitis, only Bella was able to go the whole week. She really is fond of horses and so is Kevin.
In the meantime Kimo was working really hard, sometimes even nights, and I was finishing up in school. It was after Patrick got seriously ill, that I finally decided to leave my job. It was a difficult decision to make since I really love teaching, but I was pushing my limits trying to be in two places at times, and as I felt in the end, the children in school will have another English teacher, but my kids won’t have a different mother if I’m not there for them. My headmaster was very understanding, I even got flowers and a present at the year-closing teacher’s party, and everyone said they’re sorry I’m leaving. Ever since then I feel more relaxed, having a longer scope in front of me.
On the last day of June we set of for a five-day tour of some parts of Transylvania. It was organised by the History teacher at my school, and she took us to some amazing places. Transylvania is a very sore issue for Hungarians, because after being part of Hungary for a thousand years, it was cut off in 1921, and to this day over two million Hungarians live there, being seconday citizens of Romania. All I can say is that when we were there I felt my Hungarianness a lot more than ever before. Castles and towns were all speaking of great names in Hungarian history, and I learned a lot from our guide hwo had all the dates and numbers and names in her head. The children had a good time too, since we had 25 teenagers to keep them company, it was easy for us on the coach, we hardly saw them for hours. The only thing that was tough for everyone was the food. Our kids could not eat it at all, because they used some sheep cheese in everything, and the kids couldn’t bear the smell of it.
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