An uneventful, lazy, and relaxing summer day.
Reading (mainly on the balcony) the whole day. Finished Track of the Cat, a mystery novel by Nevada Barr. Started two books: Adventures of a Railway Nomad, How Our Journeys Guide Us Home, a nonfiction by Karen McCann and a satirical novel (written in Hungarian) Egy ceruza története by Józsi Jenő Tersánszky, who is “considered one of the outstanding icons of 20th century Hungarian literature.” The novel’s title in my translation would be “The story of a pencil.” It’s a pencil that is telling the story about the last days of the Austro-Hungarian Monarchy and the battles of the Italian front of the First World War.
Today, I didn’t even need to cook – my cousin surprised us (again) with a home cooked Sunday lunch. It was very delicious, especially the new potatoes that her family grew in their garden. She even included her tasty chocolate yeast bread. Thank you, Eszti!