Summer finally decided to show up.
This past week has been cold and damp, causing us to shiver on our walks outdoors and making dinner’s warm soup and tea a welcome meal. “Nagyon hideg van,” it is very cold, people kept telling us. Unusually so.
But yesterday afternoon, with flip-flops and towels, we headed down the dirt road to the Tisza River. The sun had baked the mud to dust, and some summer bug – I don’t know its name – was singing in the grass and wheat fields.
I like walking this road. It runs north to the river, so all along the eastern side – past corn fields, trees, houses, and roads – are the beginnings of the mountains, blue and rounded and comforting. The path crosses the dyke and heads into the floodplain, which apparently only floods once every 10 years or so. I’ve seen cows grazing there for now. And at the edge of the field, a line of willow trees marks the river.
Not everyone went swimming. Some of us stayed on the rocky bank in the shade and made floss and bead bracelets. The sun was hot compared to the cool rain and wind we’d had for days, but the breeze coming up from the river was refreshing. It felt good to want that refreshment.
By evening, the breeze had cooled down even more and dried our sweaty selves after an activity of traditional Hungarian dancing. Tonight is our last night here, and hopefully it will cool down enough for us to enjoy a farewell campfire.
Tomorrow, we head to Hungary for the next two English camps.