My Dad had his 40th class reunion (fancy what a young Dad I've got!) It took place in Hatvan, a town called "sixty" not because it's sixty kilometres away from Budapest--which it is-- but because the landlords used to be called that way back when. The picture with balloon faces shows the restaurant in the background where the reunion took place, and where we spent two nights as well. We also got to see the house where my Dad was born in a small village, and at the moment it serves as the village bank, so we got to go in and have a look at the backyard.
Kevin took a picture of us at the cemetery at my grandparents' grave, and no comment on the blondes...
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