




I have been doing a lot of learning lately because everything is new and unknown. Last evening was a good example of this.
Kristin and I needed to pay some bills that came in the mail. Also in the mail, we recieved some little slips of paper that we were assuming said we had a package waiting. Off to the Posta we went!! The Posta is the post office in Hungary and where you pay bills. Bills are paid in cash when you take the receipt in to the Posta. We took our bills in and got along fine until we saw the cashier type 250,000 into the computer. Uh oh. We did not bring this much money. We missed a digit when we read the bill and only brought 25,000. All we could do was stare and shake out heads to indicate that we didn't have the money. The cashier starts to type more, get out some forms, and tell us a bunch of things we don't understand. It was frustrating, but there was nothing we could do or say. Praise the Lord, Mr. Farina from the school was in the Posta as well. He graciously tried to use his limited Hungarian to help us, but he still did not quite understand what she was saying. In the meantime, Kristin left and was frantically trying to get the money. As we are holding up the line, a man in the Posta offered to help. He translated for us that we would get another bill in the mail and we needed to call the water company. We will have someone from the school who speaks fluent Hungarian help us with this. Thank goodness he helped us, as Kristin couldn't withdraw the full amount anyway.
After this, I asked Mr. Farina what the little slips of paper said. He said that indeed, they were for a package. He said the person whose name was on the slip would need ID. I looked at the slip and saw a Korean-sounding name on the slip...nothing resembling "Kristin" or "Meredith." Alas, we were both confused again. Praise the Lord, a husband of the school's receptionist was now in the Posta as well. He helped us...however he did not have is reading glasses on, so Mr. Farina and I attempted to read these crazy Hungarian words to him for translation. He did not understand why our names were not on the slips of paper either. He finally spoke to the woman at the window and we learned that the letters were for someone else. We did not pick them up and would be sent back to their origination.
After this tramatic experience, we relaxed on a bench with some friends before going on another errand. Our next tast: get the landlord to sign some forms for our visas. This errand went much smoother. As we were talking with the landlord about various things, one of his friend's names comes up. Whose name??? The Korean sounding name from the slip of paper!! This person is one of his tenants as well and has items mailed to our property!! Boy did we feel foolish!
I learned many things this day:
1. I need to learn Hungarian.
2. Read the bill CAREFULLY.
3. You have to go with the flow, especially when you can't communicate.
4. God provides people in times of need.
So, I welcome you officially to Hungary. Thanks for joining me in my joys and trials. Enjoys these pictures of places around Diosd, including my favorite Posta :-)














