Day 11 (24.07.17) Monday

The first thing that came to my mind this morning was ‘dollar has fallen’. I don’t know about you but when my husband and I get to a different country, we don’t change all our money at once; especially in countries like this. When we arrived in Hungary, we changed a few dollars at the nearest mall which is usually not the best rate around; the inner streets often have the best rates. Every day when sitting in the train, LOA(my husband’s initials) and I will look through the window to see the exchange shops; to see the current exchange rates.

It was around 258-259 forints to a dollar when we came but this morning it was 256 forints to a dollar. Okay so no changing money today.

Going back to our morning train ride, Pemmy was very naughty and her dad was really upset with her. Then she started throwing a tantrum, right in the train. I was sitting afar from them but once I saw an empty space beside them I quickly changed seats. This little lady was shouting and her dad was holding her hands. Chia! I tried to interfere, hubby says I should mind my business but the girl was shouting. I am usually the one who is firm but today, her dad decided to put his foot down. I thought to myself that these oyinbos will be thinking in their minds that ‘they have come’ I had to systematically appeal to Pemmy to keep quiet (when her dad could not see me ofcos). Blessed are the peace makers. We eventually made it to Nimmy’s school in one piece.

We had a new girl in Nimmy’s group this morning. A cute little white girl from France. She came along with her parents and little brother. There are now five children in Nimmy’s group.

Today was Amalia’s birthday. She is from Russia; a lovely girl. Her parents love her so much, her elder sister is thirteen years older than her (She came along too. Very charming lady with a beautiful smile and kind heart). Amalia became Pemmy’s best friend (Nimmy’s younger sister). How that happened, I don’t really know.

Amalia’s mum baked a cake and gave each person a birthday paper hat and drinks. We sang for her and she blew her candles.

Pemmy refused to be left out of the celebration. She brought her own chair to the dining table and sat with the children in Nimmy’s group. She also put on her hat.

After Nimmy’s classes, LOA decided we should visit the mall at the other side of town, Arkad. You see I have a hubby who loves to study maps and visit places. Three years ago, when I visited this mall with a friend and my two kids, I took a taxi which is very expensive in Budapest. When I am alone or with another grown-up I can afford to take risks but when I am with kids I respect myself especially in a country where very few people speak English. We stayed for a while, had a choice to buy a meal at an Hungarian restaurant or McDonald….settled for McDonald. We tried the Hungarian restaurant three years ago, it was ok but I guess we just wanted to eat something even the children would enjoy….you can’t go wrong with chicken and chips…the last I checked…it’s the same everywhere.

Before going to bed, I thought about my crazy schedule for Tues

*LOA and I to look for where to get the best currency exchange rates

*Visit an orthopedic shop in town

*Attend a sent fort party by 4pm

*A boat cruise by 9:30pm

I slept off with the thought of what I would take for the send fort party-(to take puff puff or chinchin and plantain chips.)

30 days in HungaryDay 11 (24.07.17) Monday The first thing that came to my mind this morning was ‘dollar has fallen’. I don’t know about you but when my husband and I get to a different country, we don’t change all our money at once; especially in countries like this. When we arrived in Hungary, we changed a few dollars at the nearest mall which is usually not the best rate around; the inner streets often have the best rates. Every day when sitting in the train, LOA(my husband’s initials) and I will look through the window to see the exchange shops; to see the current exchange rates.It was around 258-259 forints to a dollar when we came but this morning it was 256 forints to a dollar. Okay so no changing money today.Going back to our morning train ride, Pemmy was very naughty and her dad was really upset with her. Then she started throwing a tantrum, right in the train. I was sitting afar from them but once I saw an empty space beside them I quickly changed seats. This little lady was shouting and her dad was holding her hands. Chia! I tried to interfere, hubby says I should mind my business but the girl was shouting. I am usually the one who is firm but today, her dad decided to put his foot down. I thought to myself that these oyinbos will be thinking in their minds that ‘they have come’ I had to systematically appeal to Pemmy to keep quiet (when her dad could not see me ofcos). Blessed are the peace makers. We eventually made it to Nimmy’s school in one piece.We had a new girl in Nimmy’s group this morning. A cute little white girl from France. She came along with her parents and little brother. There are now five children in Nimmy’s group.Today was Amalia’s birthday. She is from Russia; a lovely girl. Her parents love her so much, her elder sister is thirteen years older than her (She came along too. Very charming lady with a beautiful smile and kind heart). Amalia became Pemmy’s best friend (Nimmy’s younger sister). How that happened, I don’t really know.Amalia’s mum baked a cake and gave each person a birthday paper hat and drinks. We sang for her and she blew her candles. Pemmy refused to be left out of the celebration. She brought her own chair to the dining table and sat with the children in Nimmy’s group. She also put on her hat.After Nimmy’s classes, LOA decided we should visit the mall at the other side of town, Arkad. You see I have a hubby who loves to study maps and visit places. Three years ago, when I visited this mall with a friend and my two kids, I took a taxi which is very expensive in Budapest. When I am alone or with another grown-up I can afford to take risks but when I am with kids I respect myself especially in a country where very few people speak English. We stayed for a while, had a choice to buy a meal at an Hungarian restaurant or McDonald….settled for McDonald. We tried the Hungarian restaurant three years ago, it was ok but I guess we just wanted to eat something even the children would enjoy….you can’t go wrong with chicken and chips…the last I checked…it’s the same everywhere.Before going to bed, I thought about my crazy schedule for Tues*LOA and I to look for where to get the best currency exchange rates*Visit an orthopedic shop in town*Attend a sent fort party by 4pm*A boat cruise by 9:30pmI slept off with the thought of what I would take for the send fort party-(to take puff puff or chinchin and plantain chips.)

Gepostet von Diary of a Special Needs Mum Initiative am Montag, 31. Juli 2017

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