From velencei tó to chithurst monastery

The last bank holiday weekend of the summer was spent in the outskirts of Budapest running, swimming and cycling around the vicinity of Judit's parents holiday home in Velence. Hungary is a country proud of its treasured remnants of a bygone communist era. Whilst building a life of democracy, I hope it retains its innocence cultivated through the hardship of the communist rule. You can witness this in long standing family run traditional bakeries, in the eyes of hungarians of the pre war era and the way ordinary people find happiness in life's simple pleasures - a very contrasting attitude to that of western europe. Fast forward a week, and today I found my self waking up at 6 am driving down to West Sussex to a Forest Monastery to help two of my friends celebrate their 10 year wedding anniversary in a spiritual way. We cooked and offered dane (lunch) to the residing monks of the monastery and passed on merit for those near and dear to us who have passed away. Mine was in memory of my aththababa. It could be because of this woman, my grandma, that I have the privilege to travel and find my self. On the day of her passing, September 07, I remind my self the sweet serendipity of life.