Spring is here. That means warmer weather, lighter spirits and the most prestigious wine event in Central Europe, the VinCE Budapest Wine Show.
Steeped in legend and cultural heritage, the Hortobágy is part of the Alföld Great Plain, the largest semi-natural grassland in all of Europe. This place combines an almost eerie stillness with vast open space, and big skies which conjure up America’s wild west.
Last summer I stopped writing. I stopped taking photos, exploring Hungary and sharing it with the world. I stopped creating. These things happen. Last summer was a season of sweat and concrete. Literally wheel barrow loads full of both. I became well acquainted with my father-in-law’s ‘furik’ or depending where you’re from, ‘talicska’.
Tucked away in the countryside near Eger, Hungary one finds a world of creativity and artisanal delights. Follow along as we visit Csendülő, Almagyar Érseki Vineyard & Kenyérzsák Bakery.
It was the end of May and the weather was perfect. Bright, warm and sunny. A slight breeze, blue skies and a kaleidoscope of flowers at every glance. My dad was along for his first Tokaj wine tasting. “All these plants along the roadside,” he said. “They’re so familiar, they remind me of my childhood in Ireland.” It was mid-afternoon and we sped past fields of red poppies and over the Sajo and Hernad, rivers fattened by recent rains.
Last year’s visit to the Füleky Winery was eye opening. You could say it was the full Tokaj experience: cruising down the Bodrog River, strolling down Tokaj Hill’s sea of vines, cooling off in a cellar and having an outdoor wine dinner. In fact, my nearly exclusive relationship with red wine ended with that visit; whites grace my shelves now, too.
Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the rolling green hills, or my wonderful company. It’s hard to pinpoint, but my recent day spent in Varbo was just about perfect.
Dramatically set on the north shore of Lake Balaton in Veszprém county, Csopak is famous for its wine and beachfront. On a scorching June day, Anita and I wandered the town along narrow roads.
With the flick of a switch, a world of stainless steel, glass and concrete appeared. My wife Anita and I had just entered the low profile structure with Tamás Gincsai, winemaker for Holdvölgy. It was a soggy February morning in Mád, a village in north east Hungary’s famed Tokaj Wine Region. Now illuminated, I noticed the almost surgical construction of the room.
A little over a year ago my wife and I moved to Hungary. Moving from Southern California meant a massive change in culture, climate and lifestyle. We sought a simpler, slower life and to re-connect with my wife’s family after 8 years in the U.S.