Where fairytales come with breakfast

I think that I've already been talking about everything over here. And yet it comes. My favorite place where to hang out, in Kosice. And surprisingly it is not at home in my "so-called-Disneyland-bedroom" - which is Kitty's name for everything glitter-sparkle-and-pink on my table and beyond :)

First time I've explored this place was with my friend Csilla. And ever since I keep coming back. I brought here loads of my friends, my mom included. I just can't get over the style how they serve you a coffee - those little china cups are to die for. Ok, maybe not, but still breathtakingly beautiful. I even went looking for something similar on a local market, but couldn't find anything what would match my imagination. Typical.

Anyway, come and check the place! They even have a library :)

Rozpravkova ranajkaren * Hrnciarska * Kosice

- Kitty and I with our delights on the table -

- me looking happy happy as I found this heaven on Earth here -

How we almost made it to Slovenia but ended up in Slovakia instead

Well, at least that was a plan. But you all know it, how does it go with planning. I could plan whatever I wanted to but some higher power meant us for some completely different adventure. With my family. After Budapest we departed to Kosice - The European Capital of Culture. Yes, I am proud of our little town. We have decided for Kosice because: a.) there is a regular train connection twice a day, which takes only 3.5 hours. Unlike to Slovenia, where a direct train from Budapest departs only twice a week and of course that was kinda crappy for us as Kitty already had her flight back home booked. And yes, there were other options, like for 250 euros through Vienna or for only 50 euros through Zagreb, but that would take more than 11 hours. So yes, now you know why we accidentally ended up in Kosice. b.) There are always empty beds and warm supper on the table waiting for us.

So I took Kitty around my hometown, climbed up the Northern Tower of St. Elizabeth Cathedral, sat her by Sandor Marai statue and brought her to my fav places where to have a cup of coffee.

Voila!

- the view from the top with the State Theater and the park with fountain -

- thank you German tourists for taking picture of us - on the tower -

- the oldest coat of arms in Europe -

- Smelly cat cafe -

day before x-mas

Sometimes I wish it was possible to add music into the photo, so you can listen to the same Christmas songs as I did while snapping these pics!

The perfect atmosphere to have a date or just to stroll in a snow and smile around.

I was rushing to have a glass of Gluhwein with my friend, who I haven't seen in ages. And oh my, nothing has changed :)

Wish you a very pre-merry x-mas and talk to you tomorrow with loads of Christmas stuff!

Niekedy si zelam, aby bolo mozne vlozit do fotky hudbu, ktoru prave vtedy pocuvam. Bohuzial to este stale nie je mozne, a tak Vam to tu len opisem, ako uplne dokonalu vianocnu atmosferu dnesneho vecera.

Vonku padal sneh, svetialka svietili, na Hlavnej ulici sa ozyvali koledy a ja som mala na ponahlo na rande s kamoskou, ktoru som nevidela roky.

A viete co? Nic sa nezmenilo, znovu ako keby sme mali 13 a sedeli spolu v lavici :D

Zelam Vam krasny predvianocny vecer! Zajtra sa teste na zaplavu Vianoc (ak budem stihat)!

a very morning experience

My dear friend Csilla is visiting me in Slovakia this weekend. And as it was Saturday my parents suggested to join them at the local market. I can only tell you how hesitant I was, as I knew that I wouldn't find there racklet as in Berlin, neither marzipan croissant as in Prague. But still, at 8am we were up and ready to go (more or less). We have seen loads of vegetables and fruits, some flowers and basically everything what belongs to the proper market place. It's still funny for me that after living somewhere almost my whole life I've been always missing this experience. Oh well, as I say: everything is once for the first time :) Do you like markets? Moja dobra kamaratka Csilla je u mna tento vikend na navsteve. A kedze je sobota, je dobrym zvykom mojich rodicov vybrat sa na trh. Tentokrat v ramci zazitkov, navrhli aby sme sli s nimi. Dufam, ze je Vam vsetkym jasne ako sa mi "velmi" chcelo v sobotu rano vstavat, nakolko som vedela, ze tam nenajdeme ani racklet ako v Berline, ani marcipanovy croissant ako v Prahe.