Hevesi Mexi-Buli: I heart people

The most difficult thing about living in a country where you can not really speak the language is isolation. There are many different ways of dealing with this, and one is weekend get togethers.

The No had been missing MN tex-mex (differentiated from normal americanized mexican food, by being made by people who feel ketchup is a tad spicy) for the five months that she lived in Heves. Also, she needed an excuse to draw people into her awesome flat. The obvious answer: Mexi Buli.

Armed with tequila and a pot full of home-made salsa, the No welcomed the weekend posse.


Here is Franny and I sporting our mustaches

We ate burritos, drank margaritas, chatted, laughed and built the Soap opera wall. The cooking/prep work was made difficult by my lack of sufficient counter space (but as I used to have none at all, I can not complain too much. Thanks Mom, Dad, Viki and Ron for your reorganization skills/muscles) and kitchen utensils/ containers. Luckily Jamie brought a large frying pan, and Hanna and I decided that a large plastic tub was the perfect sub for a margarita jug. It was a blast. Then we went to the red shuttered Kocsma, where we played cso-cso and danced. My students, for most part, avoided eye contact with their up-tight American teacher. The main exceptions were a couple of 9b students (shame shame 14 year olds), an 11d student (who promptly made out with his girlfriend), and the 12b student who rarely talks.

All in all, a fabulous start to the year.