Enroute to Kaposvar, Hungary, as I write this. We’re seated in a comfortable train with a berth to ourselves again. We’re rolling through the Hungarian countryside with fields on either side of the tracks. Hmmm…we just stopped.
To my left lies a typical village. I see lovely large homes surrounded by metal fences. Some houses are pink with yellow trim. Some are two-storey – the top storey is bright yellow, and the lower is finished with rock. Others are constructed of red bricks. Down the street stands a ramshackle house made of weathered grey wood. The yard stretches to the side – it’s mostly mud, with a couple of shacks pressed against an old wooden fence. A man wearing black gumboots walks there – perhaps he just finished feeding the chickens that are scurrying about the place, or milking the cow that’s chewing its cud a few feet away. (Our train pulled in and then pulled out before I could get a picture).
We’re bound for Budapest where we’ll meet our IM friend Barb, who has (hopefully) flown in from the States this morning. Together we’ll travel to her home in Kaposvar – the city where this weekend’s women’s conference will be held.
Later….we did it! We managed to find Barb at the Budapest train station, amidst a throng of people rushing to either get off or get on the train. That was an amazing feat – “Thank You, God.”