Family Reunion in f/1.4

August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sun + ND8 = f/1.4

On the first weekend of August we had this huge family reunion in Hungary (where it all began). All in all there were 4 generations originating from my paternal great-grandmother. Not everyone could attend, but 80+ people is still a lot.

There was talking, eating, drinking, stories, hugs & kisses, intense heat, fun, exhaustion and some of us (including me) underestimated the combination of wind and sun.
Everyone got to live in tiny houses with interiors smaller than a hotel room.
I shared a room with my cousin. The pillow was unusually flat and thin.
Some kind of memorial that played music and was surrounded by a moat.
Driving to Kőszeg; in need of an ATM
Probably only a tenth of the pack.
Pebbles and bare feet = very zenCampfire, wine and kids playing with fire.
Let’s follow the dirt marks! They lead us into the woods; ideal for walking.
Hissing geese!
About 3.5km later the forest ended and we found ourselves in Bozsok. The village we would all meet up after lunch anyway.
Not dust or dirt, but dragonflies.
Goulash! Is it ready yet?
This building seemed familiar. Apparently we met here once at the reunion in 1992.

Two plates of goulash and bread later we were ready for a brief overview of historical horsemanship, intense heat and the 2011 family football cup in … Boszok.
Paper hat!
A very friendly dog belonging to the stable.The guy in blue talked about historical forms of horsemanship. Gaining the trust of your horse, no horseshoes, no saddle …
… all of which he later demonstrated. Just look at the trust horse and rider have built up over the years.
Some contemporary horsemanship.
No trees for hiding under. Some of us saw that as an opportunity to get coffee and beer at the adjacent restaurant.
Part of Team Hungary. Halftime.
The dark blue ones are Team Rest of the World; mostly Americans.
Dark Blue won 1:0!
I did not attend the winetasting, but I heard that they served white wine unchilled at whatever temperature it came out of the winery’s transporter.
Getting ready for the group photo. Imagine 3+ more generations standing in the back, to the sides, sitting on the floor in front and also the camera moving back a lot.

After that we had a buffet-dinner in the village’s dining hall to conclude the reunion.
Some started another campfire and gathered again, but I was too tired and suburnt, so sleep was the better option. 

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