from the heart of sighisoara

Sighisoara is full of tourists this time of year. Dark haired, Italian beauties leaning against ancient Draculesque walls in paparazzi poses. Germans out for a brisk walk.  The Brits snapping photos. It seems that you can find all of Europe snuggled into the arms of this very old, very quaint, quite unassuming Saxon citadel on [...]

no tourists please

Paradox: I am a tourist in a city where I live. Today with camera attached to my arm, I have chosen to drink coffee on Vaci Utca with other tourists. Snapping photos, gazing at the 18th century architectural wonders, dodging baby carriages, and sniffing forbidden Hungarian spiced wine, I am blending. The city with its [...]

extravagant

After all of the excitement of Poland and a prayer of thanks because airplanes really can stay in the air and then miraculously and safely land on solid ground, we are home. Funny; home seems bigger than a house on a street. Places and people easily take root. Though our bodies are in Budapest, a [...]

magyarul

I have heard it said that you can live in Hungary without speaking the language. To learn a language is no easy endeavor, this is true. To learn Hungarian, I have come to believe, is a tremendous commitment sprinkled with a bit of insanity. Worth it? Absolutely. For the faint of heart? No. Will I [...]

shades of gray

'Csilla, my hair is orange.' It's not what you expect to say when the towel comes off for the initial unveiling. Nor does one anticipate your 7 year old son answering in the affirmative when you question whether his friend just referred to you as the 'lady with blue hair'. If memory serves correctly, my friend [...]

and that is our story

Last night we traveled to distant, much loved lands. We broke bread together and re-told the stories of redemption. It is by design that we see Jesus sitting and talking at table over and again. It is by design that the deepest symbols of love are the bread and the wine. And, that is our [...]

when missionaries are weird

When we left for Moscow all those years ago, young and carefree and very American, one of our best friends made us promise we would not morph into weird missionaries.  We have tried our best, Mark, to take your advice. Even so, being back in the States rams home the reality that we have changed, a fact that [...]