It was pouring rain that day and I forgot my camera in the bus. (I hate that!) I only did a few things that day: I walked blocks and blocks trying to find an apothecary where I could buy some eye drops for my painfully bloodshot, post eleven hour trans-Atlantic flight eyeballs, (looking for a shop and buying eyedrops in a small Hungarian town is another story for another day...); I ate some scorching hot Hungarian Ghoulash in a tiny cafe (while in Hungary eat like a Hungarian I say!) and I escaped the rain in a lovely little gift shop where the shop keeper actually spoke four words of English.
In that gift shop I couldn't resist the beautiful hand-decorated duck eggs. They are made in the method of Ukrainian eggs which was a craft I had learned and subsequently also taught to the young people at our church and also my own children.
Can you believe I got these lovely things home in my suitcase without any loss? The shopkeeper gave me that Hungarian egg carton. Though the eggs were too big for it I brought them home in it.
I have kept these hidden away since my trip, that is why they are still not broken. Is it safe to bring them out yet?
Today, when the chores are finished, I will introduce my two youngest boys to the art of Ukrainian egg decoration. Alyssa has already made a few beauties this week.
I will do a post soon with the results of our efforts. But I guarantee our eggs won't be as beautiful as these.