Easter Monday, "Sprinkling" the Women

Zöld erdőben jártam
Kék ibolyát láttam
El akart hervadni
Szabad-e locsolni?

Locsolkodás after the Easter Monday church service

Today I was immersed, quite literally, in a Hungarian Easter custom: Locsolkodás. The word means sprinkling and it's a folk tradition practiced on Monday, which is considered the second day of Easter. Basically, it goes like this: boys visit girls in their homes. They recite a verse (like the one below), then spritz some perfume on them. The girls then reward them with chocolate, eggs painted bright red, or pálinka, a fruit brandy. Traditionally, in place of perfume, the boys doused the girls with buckets of water. I'm glad the tradition's evolved to perfume (though not always--I started my morning by being lured into the kitchen and doused with a cup full of water. The culprit, a friend of mine, got wetter coming over to my house in the pouring rain than I did, though!)

Everywhere I went today (and it was a busy day--with two church services and visits to four different homes), there were people partaking in the tradition. The most priceless was three little boys, aged 5-13, who recited a poem for me when I came to visit and then all took turns spritzing me with perfume.

By the end of the day, I'd been sprayed with generous amounts of perfume six or seven times--and, as you can imagine, with the different scents mixing together, I was eager to take a shower! But it was a fun tradition, and I'm glad I got to share in it.

Another highlight from the day was an Easter Monday service in a lovely little (seating room for 18, max.) church with no electricity in a nearby village. Probably what brought the biggest smile to my face was paying another visit to the family I mentioned in my last blog post. They had invited me back again today, and apparently the kids kept asking when I was going to arrive. I had fun playing some little games with them, and they taught me some Roma dancing! It was amazing to see their little feet move, especially the youngest, who's a tiny little guy, but quite the little dancer!

It's definitely been a memorable Easter here in Hungary!

P.S. The poem at the beginning of this post is basically about walking in the woods, seeing "Blue Violet," meaning the flower but also referring to a girl's name, and asking permission to "sprinkle" her to keep her from wilting.

Happy Easter! Boldog Húsvéti Ünnepeket!

It's Easter Sunday and Easter so far can't be summarized as anything less than delightful. I've just come back from a truly joyful visit with a lovely Roma family from the village. I know the grandmother from Bible study, and at the morning service she invited me to stop by in the afternoon. She's been inviting me for some time because, in her words, she wanted to "show me how they live."

Her four grandchildren are in town for Easter, and they won my heart in no time at all, especially the five-year-old, who was full of giggles and liked playing peek-a-boo with me around the corner. I brought some Easter party crackers for them, and they loved them, especially the crowns. Somehow I was roped into singing a couple songs, and before long, they wanted to learn an English song, so I taught the kids "Jesus Loves Me." They picked it up really fast, and even though the words weren't always intelligible, it was priceless. Then they taught me some Hungarian children's and folk songs, which I'm afraid I took much longer to learn than they did!

Yesterday afternoon we had our weekly Bible school and "tanoda" with the kids. We decorated Easter eggs--which was fun, if not chaotic--and went for a little "field trip" down to the river bank. The kids were so full of energy. I love their vigor for life. When we got back, we set them loose searching for candy that I'd hid around the yard earlier while Péter did the Bible lesson with them. I think I was even more excited to see them search for the candies than they were to find them


Easter celebrations began last night, already, with Easter supper with the pastor's family at her mother's home (which happens to be right next door to me). I was with them for Easter lunch today, too. They have family visiting for Easter, and it was fun to have kids around. Earlier in the day, after tanoda, we decorated eggs together. Traditional Hungarian Easter eggs are red in colour. In fact, they call decorated eggs "piros tojás" (red eggs) even when they're not red. A custom I really like is that a lot of families have beautifully decorated eggs (wooden or ceramic I think) hanging on ribbons on the branches of trees outdoors. I love it. The húsvéti nyuszi (Easter Bunny) even visited me and left some decorated eggs and chocolate on my door step last night! I strongly suspect it was Erzsi, the pastor.
Easter really is magnificent here, because spring is in full bloom. The grass is green, the leaves are beginning to appear on the trees, and there are daffodils, and violets, and hyacinths everywhere! The cherry trees in bloom are my favourite--I intentionally took this route today so I could walk by the cherry blossoms. How I would love a yard full of cherry trees some day!

The Week in Words (and Pictures)

Kecskemét

This is a city about two hours east of here. I was there last week with my site supervisor, the local pastor and seven Roma from the villages of Sárszentlőrinc and Uzd. The occasion was a gathering of people from the Lutheran and Reformed churches and the topic was mission. A few of the Roma shared their faith stories, and Péter and Erzsi talked a bit about the local Roma mission. I even had the chance to say a few things. It was the first time I spoke Hungarian, unrehearsed, in front of a large group of people. People seemed very receptive of the group and were inspired by the stories of faith--and of the challenges of being Roma--that were shared.

Cigány Bibliaiskola

The last two Sundays, there has been soup served after church, followed by a guest speaker. The title means "Gypsy Bible school," though everyone's invited.

Snow

Somebody told me sometime in January that spring usually arrives in Hungary around the end of February. I took that as a promise, and was delighted when, mid-February, the first flowers of spring (snow drops) appeared, and by the end of the month, the snow was gone, things were greening up, and there were even a few days where I could read a book outside or go for a run without a jacket. Yesterday I woke up to fresh snow. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humour?

Guitar

Most every week, my site supervisor, Péter, sits down with me and a friend of our's, Gabor, to teach us to play the guitar. At Bible study on Thursday, he even had each of us lead a song.

English Class
For our last English class, I capitalized on the Vancouver Olympics theme. We watched the highlights of the closing ceremonies and listened to a radio broadcast from BBC. It was fun explaining what "Mounties" are, and somehow, by the end of the class I found myself responding to questions about Canada's ties to the monarchy and Quebec separatism! Here's a priceless photo from the class:

Dear Family and Friends,

I’m writing this on the first of March—the exact half-way point of my YAGM year. Six months ago, I landed in the Budapest airport on a still and swelteringly hot September day and was whisked off, with four other volunteers, to the village in which I’d be spend-ing the next year. Six months from now, I’ll be boarding a plane back home to Canada.

Early on in my YAGM year, somebody made a com-ment to me (or perhaps I fabricated the notion myself) that “things in your placement will start to come together by about

Volunteers leaving the church during our seminar weekend in February

February.” I took them at their word, and for the first six months, looked forward to February as a milestone. Now February has come and gone and I’m finding myself lost in reflection: have things fallen into place?

This year of service is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Four years of university was challenging, but academics was safe, and the world of lectures and paper-writing, albeit stressful, was familiar. When I embarked on this year, the rug of familiarity was pulled out from under my feet and I was dropped in a village in rural Hungary, where I was the only foreigner, and everything—from the variety of trees growing on the roadside to the way milk was packaged--was new and unfamiliar.

I have certainly become more comfortable and confident in my life here. I somehow stumble my way through conversations in Hungarian, and the people around me graciously take the time decipher what I am trying to say and correct me when I make a mistake. (It was affirming when a Hungarian in the train station asked me how many years I had been living in the country—at that time it was only 5 months!) I feel like a part of the community and I deeply love the people here. I am sure I will leave a part of my heart in Sárszentlőrinc.

A street in the village

There are times when I feel very far from home. Watching the Olympics take place in my own country was bittersweet and strange. Still, the same technology that allowed me, in a little village all the way across the Atlantic, watch live as Team Canada won the gold medal on home ice, helps me feel connected to life back home. There are dark moments, moments of frustration, but each is matched by a moment of joy.

It helps that I feel supported from all sides. I definitely feel richly blessed by the people in my life! From the moment I announced that I was going away, I have felt overwhelmed by support. Letters and e-mails of encouragement have brightened up more than one dreary day and I have greeting cards strung up all over my room. My parents often relay greetings from people in my hometown and congregation. I’ve even had my sister and one of my best friends fly all the way to Hungary for a visit. It meant so much to me to be able to introduce them to the village. Here too, people are quick to show they care with warm smiles and the kindest of gestures. To all of you reading this, thank you for your support (just by reading this, you’re a part of my support network, you know!)

Peace, Kristy

P.S. You may have noticed that this letter was a part of my February newsletter. Sorry if you read it twice! I send out a monthly newsletter. If you aren't receiving it and would like to, send me an email! kjbergman@gmail.com

A Lazy Saturday

It’s Saturday. There is no tanoda (the Bible/school teaching we do with the kids every Saturday)

I went for a walk along the river and met a shepherd and his flock

and so I could sleep in and was very much looking forward to turning into a bump on a log for the day. Of course, I can’t seem to sleep past 8:30 now. It’s been cooling off here. I mean, it’s still above zero, but you have to understand that homes in the village aren’t heated in the same way as back home, nice and cozy warm all the time with automatic temperature adjustment.

Many homes, mine included, are old (cement, often, which seems to hold in the cold) and often wood-heated, and so if there isn’t a fire burning, it is quite cool… not conducive sleeping-in. Last night I wore a touque, long johns and three pairs of socks to bed. But this morning, when I woke up, the young man responsible for lighting the fire to heat the house during the week had already been by, the radiator was—well—radiating, and my room was toasty warm. There is something awfully cozy about wood-heating. And I think you appreciate the warmth so much more than if it is generated by simply turning a dial on the wall.

Back to my day, having a free Saturday, I slept in until 9:30, got a coffee and curled up to watch Chocolat (or Csokoladé, in Hungarian). I watched it a couple months ago with Erzsi (the pastor) and her daughter Evi. There is a big bin of movies at the grocery store right now, and the other day, I ran into Erzsi at the grocery store and she showed me that the film we’d watched was among those in the bin. She handed it to me--I figured it was because she thought I might want to buy it, since I enjoyed the movie so much. But as it turns out, when I went to the till, the girl there said, “oh Erzsi already paid for the movie for you.” It was so sweet of her.

Friday morning market in Paks, a larger town 20 minutes away

Anyway, my day hasn’t been quite as private or quiet as I anticipated. I was called partway into the movie and asked to make a calendar for a departing employee, so I darted over to the office for a while. Such is the nature of this kind of service. It’s not a 9 to 5 job, but rather a lifestyle. Your life is very much intertwined with your “work.” For the most part, I don’t mind that feature. Sometimes, I spend a weekday afternoon baking cookies, or mushroom picking, or walking alongside the river. Sometimes, I find myself doing a task on the computer long into the evening or working over the weekend. It all balances out.

I came back from working on the calendar to find bicycles parked in front of the house. Apparently the village self-government (I guess what you’d equate to the town council) was meeting in our dining room. I was a bit embarrassed. I didn’t know there was going to be an event held there today and this morning, “getting ready” consisted of rolling out of bed and throwing on a sweater and sweatpants. So encountering strangers in the dining room when I hadn’t even brushed my hair was a bit of a surprise. What’s more, there was still a giant mess from the Christmas party I had for the English class last night. But fortunately, Angéla, with whom I live and who attends the English class, had cleaned up the party mess already, and the hardworking self-government employees meet in what resembles coveralls more than a suit, so my rumpled appearance was probably not overly offensive to them. I fed them sugar cookies from the night before (in part as a thank-you since one of them got the fire going again for me, as I had forgotten about it). In fact, the very gregarious leader of the self-government (mayor?) invited me to sit in on the meeting. I declined (I sat through an entire city council meeting all in Norwegian when I was studying in Bodø, and it was, shall we say, one of the less engaging experiences of my time there, as I probably understood even less Norwegian than I do Hungarian.)

Watching a meteor shower with Erzsi and Péter

As I mentioned, yesterday my adult English class had a Christmas party. We sang Christmas carols in English, ate sugar cookies (my mom’s recipe), played the try-to-unwrap-this-party-gift-wearing-big-mittens game, and watched How The Grinch Stole Christmas. I love how these things that are so ordinary to me seem so new and unusual to Hungarians. It makes it fun to share things about where I come from with the people here. I never thought I’d hear chocolate chip cookies referred to as “Canadian pastry.” I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing last week at the Advent service when a young boy, standing with his parents, turned one of the chocolate chip cookies over in his hands, observing it curiously before taking a bit and finally proclaiming “jó” (good) with a satisfied shrug. I really enjoyed the festivities of last evening and the others seemed to as well. They were eager to learn English carols (though I found myself at a loss to explain some of the Old English to them), cheered enthusiastically during the game, made a good dent in the plates of cookies, and chuckled at all the right parts during the movie.

Even if I am getting into a routine, I'm not bored! Today is an example of how even a lazy day is interesting in its own right. Beyond that, I am finidng that there is so much to learn: from the language, to Hungarian handicraft, to cooking with a propane stove and stoking the fire to heat my room myself. I'm very much enjoying the rich variety of life here and the chance to learn so many new things!

A Special Moment

I have a special anecdote to share with you. We just came back from visiting one of the Roma homes in a neighbouring village. Not long after we arrived, I found one of the little boys, who is in my Bible school group, bent over a colouring page, working intently. I sat down beside him to see what he was colouring. It was a nativity scene: Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus lying in a manger. The eight-year-old was concentrating fiercly, doing his absolute utmost to colour neatly, and doing a beautiful job.

The beautiful children I work with

Suddenly, he turned to me and said something in Hungarian. It took me a minute to figure out what he said. Then it dawned on me. "Kristy, do you believe in Jesus?" he had asked with the kind of sincerity that only a child can have. I smiled at him, and said "Yes, I do, and what about you?" He grinned. "Yep. And I pray to him all the time. Every night before I go to bed."

Even when we have Saturday Bible lessons, it isn't always easy to tell what faith means to these kids. They aren't like some of the Sunday school kids I have worked with before, who know most of the Bible stories by heart. But clearly faith was something this little boy was both excited about and proud of. His simple and sincere faith was touching. And our short conversation was one of the most special since I arrived here in Hungary.

Happy American Thanksgiving!

“God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share in every good work.”

- 2 Corinthians 9:8

Today is American Thanksgiving and I’m excited to be spending it in Budapest with the other YAGMs (three serving in Hungary, and three in Slovakia) and Trazy and Jeff, who are Americans serving in Hungary with the Reformed church. Dick and Caroline Otterness have been gracious enough to invite us to their home in Budapest for the occasion.

Raking leaves outside the church on a warm late November day

Of couse, for us Canadians, Thanksgiving was more than a month ago already. In October, as I thought of my friends and family back home sitting down to eat turkey, I realized that the holiday meant more to me than ever before. Being so far from home, I appreciated my blessings even more. More than that, I realized that, as I adjusted to a new life, God was providing for me in new and often surprising ways. My family has a tradition that before our Thanksgiving meal, we go around the table and share some things for which we are thankful. I started a list of my own in my journal, and would like to share some of those things with you now (in no particular order!). There is so much to be thankful for, and here are just a few:

Weather

The weather throughout September was unseasonably beautiful—cloudless, clear blue sky, not a breath of wind, and temperatures in the mid 20s nearly every day. Weather might not seem like such a huge thing, but when you’re getting settled in a new and unfamiliar environment, blue-sky days instead of rain are definitely something to be thankful for. Though autumn definitely arrived with November, last week we had two or three days that were warm enough for me to sit outside on the porch in a t-shirt!

Hobbies

Two hobbies that I thought I would miss during this year

Down by the river

were playing the guitar, and ballroom dancing. I left my guitar in Canada, but to my delight, I have access anytime to a beautiful guitar right in the house I’m staying in. What’s more, Péter is teaching a young Roma man from the village how to play the guitar and invited me to join in the lessons. I’ve never been able to more than dabble in guitar playing, but now with somebody to teach me, I can learn much more.

There’s no ballroom dancing in this village of 800 people, of course, but I learned that every Saturday a woman is offering free lessons in gypsy dancing, so I have been a couple of times. I’m so grateful to be able to pursue these as hobbies, and am finding that for the first time in five or six years, I have time to pursue other hobbies, too, like reading, drawing and even some yoga.

Helping out with a grape harvest in early October

Correspondence

When I committed to this year, I accepted that communication back home might be extremely limited with high rates for international telephone calls, pay phones located in shady areas, and limited or no internet access. Not so. I have my own key to the office next door where there is a great internet connection. I bought a Skype package before I left—and the sound quality has been excellent—and so I can make unlimited calls home. The only thing limiting me is the time change!

Food

September was a lovely time to arrive in a countryside village. I have enjoyed plenty of freshly picked fruit and nuts, grapes

Harvesting grapes

off the vine, and fresh homemade apple and grape juice. I even got to help with a grape harvest! I’ve tasted homemade jam and sausage, milk still warm from the cow, and lots of home baking. I’ve been introduced to lots of Hungarian cuisine and am even learning to prepare some of it myself. Tomorrow I will spend the afternoon learning to bake some Hungarian dishes with a lady from one of the Bible school groups.

I have been invited several times to share meals with families in their homes and have been blown away by Hungarian hospitality (today I thought the meal was complete after finishing my soup, pasta and pork when the hostess bought out the main course—rice, potatoes, and two more kinds of meat!) I’ve don’t think I could, in good conscience, say I’ve ever truly been Hungry in Hungary. There have been times when I have not had time for a meal on a busy day because we’ve been rushing from one place to another. Though we have never let on that we hadn’t eaten, every time this was the case, it seems that somebody generously and mysteriously offered us food—whether it be a plate of fresh baking from the pastor or an invitation to sit down for soup after teaching the children in the next village. I am thankful not only to be surrounded by such generous people, but also that God provides at exactly the right time.

Support from Home

The lady that delivers the mail in the village came to the local pastor’s home one day while I was there and was commenting on all the mail I’ve been getting from home. I’ve decorated my room with all the cards, postcards, and photos from home and I’ve received some beautiful emails as well (thank you everybody!!). I feel so grateful for all the support I’ve had from family and friends—from those who have sent letters or emails, who have asked parents how I’ve been doing, and who have been remembering me in their thoughts and prayers. I’m blessed to have such a strong support system, and I can definitely feel the strength that it provides all the way across the ocean.

Enjoying a day in Budapest

Daily Challenges and Joys

There have certainly been challenges thus far in my time here, but for every moment of homesickness, frustration, or discouragement, there is a moment of joy that more than makes up for it—whether it be a sunshiny day, sitting around a table with new friends, teaching a little girl her numbers, or having a conversation with a Hungarian co-worker that I know I couldn’t have had a month ago. There are definitely “up” and “down” moments in such an experience, and while I can’t quite bring myself to say I’m thankful for the “downs,” I am thankful for the opportunity to challenge myself and for all that I am able to learn in the meantime. And I am thankful that an “up” always follows each “down.”