Now, here's a blast-from-the-past picture for all you blogviewerites out there.
It's a dirty magyar family secret amongt the Logans in Hungary that we attempted to feed Patrick money once...
No, just kidding. We didn't. Bella (his sister) did.
He was about 4 months old, making her about 22 months, old and she decided to see what happens when you put a coin in your little brothers mouth...

Voila -- the result: a coin (2 forint) stuck inside a 4-month old...

and an ambulance trip to the "Foreign Bodies Ward" in Budapest...

Patrick and I rode our bikes out to the Ferenc and Otto barlang (caves), which are near
the border station at Klingenbach.
Very cool caves, in the literal and figurative, but I doubt we're moving there any time
soon...

Patrick in the Ferenc Barlang

Tired kids up on the Hohe Wand in Austria...

Yawlz, this set of photoposts starts down at "A couple of pics" and works its way backwards or forwards, or up or down, or something, but in a different way than you view it working from top to bottom. So click over there and then work from bottom to top.
cheers
kimo

Here is another view looking up the yard towards the back of the house...

Thought I'd also give some internal courtyard perspective for yawl...
Our house starts by the fence. The archway was originally the door to the press house, where the grapes were pressed. The date inscribed there on the keystone is 1714.

And here's a picture of the street in front of our house, to give those of you who haven't been here some more perspective and context. We live in the back in the house which you can see on the far far right (not that we are)...

and I built up the swingset...

The next day, we had some friends over and cooked the killer gulash...

Kevin on the guitar

Cooking weenies with the boys up at the lot... we stayed there that night (last Friday, the 20th) and Kevin played guitar for us...

A couple of recent pictures...

Translation of the last message

Two little foetuses are talking inside their mother's womb:

"Do you believe in life after birth?"
"Of course. There has to be something after we are born. Maybe we are here to get ready for what comes afterwards."
"Nonsense, there can't be any life after birth. Anyway, what would it look like?"
"I don't know exactly, but I'm sure there will be more light there, than here. Perhaps we'll walk on our own legs, and eat with our mouths."
"That's stupid! Walking isn't possible. And to be eating with your mouth -- totally ridiculous. We get our nourishment through the umbilical chord. But let me tell you something.: We can rule out life ater birth, because the chord is already getting too short."
"No, no, there's got to be something. But perhaps everything will be a little different from what we are used to now"
"But nobody has ever come back from there yet. Life simply ends with birth. And after all, life isn't anything but the constant feeling of being crammed in the dark."
"Well, I don't exactly know what it will be like when we are born, but we'll be able to see our mother, and she'll take care of us."
"Our mother? Do you really believe in mother? And where do you think she is?"
"Everywhere, all around us! We are living in her and thanks to her. We wouldn't be if it wasn't for her."
"I don't believe that! I've never seen anyone called mother, so it's obvious, there isn't anyone."
"Oh, but sometimes, when we're very quiet, we can hear her singing, and we can feel she's caressing the world around us. You know, I honestly think that real life is only awaiting us afterwards, out there..."

Nem én írtam, csak szeretném közkinccsé tenni, olyan gyönyörű...:)
M

Két kis magzat beszélget egy anya hasában:

- Te hiszel a születés utáni életben?

- Természetesen. A születés után valaminek következnie kell. Talán itt
is azért vagyunk, hogy felkészüljünk arra, ami ezután következik.

- Butaság, semmiféle élet nem létezik a születés után. Egyébként is,
hogyan nézne ki?



- Azt pontosan nem tudom, de biztosan több fény lesz ott, mint itt.
Talán a saját lábunkon fogunk járni, és majd a szájunkkal eszünk.

- Hát ez ostobaság! Járni nem lehet. És szájjal enni - ez meg végképp
nevetséges! Hiszen mi a köldökzsinóron keresztül táplálkozunk. De
mondok én neked valamit: a születés utáni életet kizárhatjuk, mert a
köldökzsinór már most túlságosan rövid.

- De, de, valami biztosan lesz. Csak valószínűleg minden egy kicsit
másképpen, mint amihez itt hozzászoktunk.

- De hát onnan még soha senki nem tért vissza. A születéssel az élet
egyszerűen véget ér. Különben is, az élet nem más, mint örökös
zsúfoltság a sötétben.

- Én nem tudom pontosan, milyen lesz, ha megszületünk, de
mindenesetre meglátjuk a mamát, és ő majd gondoskodik rólunk.

- A mamát? Te hiszel a mamában? És szerinted ő mégis hol van?

- Hát mindenütt körülöttünk! Benne és neki köszönhetően élünk.
Nélküle egyáltalán nem lennénk.

- Ezt nem hiszem! Én soha, semmiféle mamát nem láttam, tehát
nyilvánvaló, hogy nincs is.

- No, de néha, amikor csendben vagyunk, halljuk, ahogy énekel, és azt
is érezzük, ahogy simogatja körülöttünk a világot. Tudod, én tényleg azt
hiszem, hogy az igazi élet még csak ezután vár ránk...