Black Friday I joined the masses and went out shopping. Here in Budapest the day is called …. Well …. “Black Friday” never translated to Hungarian the advertisements and signs promoting it have been up for weeks. Few if any know the origin of the “holiday”. It was worth the effort. Two new sweaters and a new pair of trousers, 40% off at C&A. To reach the C&A I had to walk through the Advent Market at Vorosmarty ter and on the sound system was someone reading scripture, which surprised me on that count and on the count that it was in English.
Saturday evening I sat with a Thai friend of mine, in a Japanese sushi bar owned by Chinese. Good sushi which is surprising for a country that has been landlocked since the end of WWI. Sometimes I read about a traveler who avoids any restaurant that has English translations in the menu. If that is your desire here, rent an apartment and cook for yourself or you will starve. Even then, a lot of the markets have English signage and scales and self serve checkouts. Again, even in areas where tourist never go.
The music being played a the Advent Market and now in the Sushi Bar was American Christmas Music. American Christmas music is being played all over town and to the same extent and frequency in parts of town where tourists never go. It reminds me of home. I wonder what it reminds the Hungarians of. Strange since I doubt Americans and all native English speakers make up more than a small fraction of the tourists here. Spanish is the big tourism language this year; SPAIN Spanish.
At the Sushi Bar, the table on the left was two gentlemen speaking German. A bit further over three tables speaking Hungarian. Behind me I could hear (edit) British English (i can not tell one from another), and a woman and young girl speaking French. Sure this block on this street is adjacent to tourist points of interest, but tourism support businesses I doubt use more than 5% of the local real estate in all but maybe the lower part of District V. The rest is Hungarian housing and support for the local population.
I got up to pay the bill and noticed that the child and mother speaking French were Asian and dressed way too well to be tourists. I suspect they have something to do with a local bank or foreign mission. But they apparently live here.
My point? I don’t have one. Just reflecting on life in another land during the holidays. I hope the Webmaster doesn’t mind.