Tuesday, April 15, = = (Lendava City - Maps)Morning 7 am, massage and sauna yesterday, I have done very well, and are relaxed fit, departure,
3 km border with
HUNGARY = Member Community8 km Lenti =km 14 Nova = 15 km Bak = 25 km Zalaapati = 25 km Balatonkeresztúr km 14 Fonyod =km 30 arrival in Balatonfoldvar - (tot 131 km)
Balatonfolvar = 2300 = Inhabitants
Resort area, located on the south shore of Lake Balaton, dotted with a miriamide small and picturesque villages with holiday accommodation of all types, entertainment for young and old, swimming pools, Balaton, spas, parks and green beach.
Along the lake to get there I see plenty of white sails, wind surfing, boats, ferries and tourist vessels that are in a suitable environment for the sport of sailing and excursions and sports. Fortunately, the time I was a friend, despite many scattered clouds I walked the road up to here without any rain.
The lake are transported by the wind forming clouds clear up the lake even more beautiful by changing color wave moves from the wind, quite cold despite the season of spring
At 4 km there is the church of Koroshegy where summer concerts are held in Chamber Music.
I go to an office of exchange, to convert some Euro in local currency, this will be a beacon that whenever the state change rate of each country visit, and will not repeat in my story.
There is the possibility of staying in a bungalow, ceno campsite on the shore of the...
lake where I recommend a dish Gulyás: a soup with meat, onions, paprika, dumplings of dough, caraway, lard and may vary by entering or removing some ingredients as the second lead me to a dish: pork shoulder, tomato sauce, onion and paprika and rice, a spicy and sour pranzo, characteristic of Hungarian dishes.
There are a few campers, lots of moisture, yet the heat does not feel and the evening is a beautiful freschetto.
A good glass of Tokaj, a wine of Hungary, with some Spanish guys and girls of Budapest, known on the spot, I warmed a bit.
Hungarian music, played by a band of young, surrounded by the background to our chat, the Spaniards are euphoric because of the company of women, girls are also on vacation for a few days.
Their zest for life makes tenderness, girls dress sporty but elegant in their pastel-colored Tutin, I feel that some speak of music and films are also of their studies and their families. The note, as I speak with the older kids, their behavior and in particular known as the girls are courteous and friendly with young Hispanics, and educated galanti they make everything so as not to disappoint the young women, who are both already inevitavilmente forming pairs and disappear one by one to my view in the darkness of Lungolago. We only me, the young man with whom I speak, and a young girl, which shines through all his shyness for not having exchanged a few words with us. Feel that they too, trunk dialogue with the children and leave them to their fate and their love.
I have just the 22 but there's no one around.
There is only a couple that is reordering the kitchen of the restaurant of the campsite. Saw switch turns to greet me in perfect Italian.
E 'a young man who chose to live and work in Hungary. We warmly welcome, we know how we behave when we meet a compatriot abroad, and two words come immediately in confidence. When I asked why he chose to emigrate, told me his story:
"A couple of years ago I made a pleasure trip with my friends in Budapest, the stories of other friends we were dreaming girls beautiful and friendly, especially with the Italians. In fact women here, like in general, our way of courting and the proverbial gallantry that we use to make breakthrough in their hearts. One evening in a street in Budapest, we met a bunch of girls, the usual approaches, and we succeeded, not without difficulty, to convince them to go dancing together. Asked them where we could go, we brought in a pub where the music was low and slow dances were normal. Ballao and drank a couple of vodka, but rather spoke with a group that has me most was the sweet and beautiful of all. A late night back at home, not without first having snatched an appointment for the next day. You do soon. I spent the most beautiful days of my life until then. A week of tender passion, appointments her face was radiant and her eyes expressing joy. The day before leaving, his face expressing despair, the tears flow on its abundant fresh face. We made love for the first and last time in the past week together. I returned to Italy, phone calls every day, my heart had been captured in Budapest. After three months we felt that, d 'un tratto cessão to hear. Gave the phone number disconnected, no longer enabled. For a month, I tried to contact her. I called to her friends, whose numbers were in possession of my friends, but they were vague, if not, tell me that they knew all about those, I wrote the letters, nothing, no response. With all the heartfelt things to say about criminal acts, by the mass media, particularly on girls from the East, I angosciai so that a Friday evening take the train to Budapest. I arrived early in the morning, caught a taxi and I did bring in his house. The heart was beating me all'impazzata, bussai the door, I opened his mother but when I saw it, wanted to knock out. At my request, where it was my girlfriend, opposed a hit "Go away, go away" and the screams of my mother, had the result, to appear with the swollen eyes of tears, my woman. Its pronounced Pancino, not only me all the explanations for his silence, but now I am the father of a beautiful child "
So saying, do bring a woman that is breastfeeding a child in a secluded corner of the room. A moment to give her time and I ricomporsi presents his lady with his arm in pargoletto.
History ended well, and I am delighted with my heart light, I go to lie down on the bed.
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