If you’re wondering whether that word in the title is misspelled, I’ll tell you, it’s not. Actually this is the name of the place where I am from. 🙂 The city – where I was born and raised – is called Kiskunfélegyháza [ˈkiʃkuɱfeːlɛchaːzɒ] and if you’ve missed it in my previous post it means something like little Kun/Cuman (Turkic nomadic people) half church. So yes, while my hubby is from the city of 5 churches (see my post about Pécs here), my city got just a half one. Just kidding, now we have more ;).
And we have more beauty. For example the Secessionist/Art Nouveau style City Hall with its richly decorated facade and the inevitable Zsolnay tiles of course. We had our wedding ceremony here in its beautiful banquet hall. 🙂
Kiskunfélegyháza is located in the middle of the Great Hungarian Plain and it’s said its church had been burned down which resulted a half one and the name just stuck I guess. 🙂
This is the main street with big oak trees along the way and at the end of the street stands the above mentioned City Hall. You can tell where I have my love for color green and big trees from. 🙂
In the distance stands the Old Church and the opposite side of the City Hall there is the Szent János/St John Square with even more trees.
This is the house where I was growing up and the lawn before it. If you click on the picture on the right hand side you can see glimpse of my elementary school. Yes, it was terrible far from our flat. 🙂
Still in front of our house and on the road with a typical scene of the summery Great Plain with clear blue sky, golden wheat field and poppies along the way.
As it’s a small city, well, more like a town, I cannot say a lot of interesting things about it, but if you would come here once, it could be a great starting point to other plain/prairie related Hungarian programs like visiting Bugac and Bugacpuszta as the parts of the Kiskunság National Park or/and Ópusztaszer in the middle of the Ópusztaszer National Heritage Park. All of these could be a great program if you want to do and see something what you’ve never experienced before.
Hungarian tanya (farm) and pictures from Bugacpuszta where annual events are held reviving the old pastoral life and cattle breeding customs. These men on the pictures are called csikósok (horse herds) and they are kinda like the Hungarian cowboys (bare this in mind until my next post! :)) and have every kind of tricks and shows with horses. After all, Hungarian nation is (used to be?) the nation of horses.
Oh, and the inevitable part of the Hungarian Puszta (Prairie) is the Gémes kút (Gémes well) where my surname came from. The word ‘gém’ means heron and as the well looks like drinking/fishing one, the name seems an obvious choice, isn’t it? So now you know this little fact about me. I can’t deny my ancestry I guess, but why would I? 🙂
Hope you enjoyed this small writing and my own and others pictures from Hungary because maybe now you can know a bit more about me and my fellow Hungarians. And if you’re interested and something left unclear, don’t hesitate to ask. As you can see I like writing about my nationality. 🙂
Also don’t forget to come back later today for my next post which will include a bit of American/European style and heritage too.
PS: Did you watch the match? Hungary finally has a good football/soccer team! 2-0 with pretty amazing goals. Next is Iceland which has a pretty impressive team too especially if we add the fact that Iceland is an even smaller island country in the northern middle of the Atlantic. This match will be good too, me thinks. Fingers crossed. 😉