Chris's school is off for the fall break in this week, and I managed to get two days of vacation too. P. went to the lake and I have my boy for all myself (yay).
November 1st is the day of "all saints" and nov. 2nd is the "day of the dead", which means we spend time to remember those who are not with us anymore (or as we tell to Chris "those who went back to the stars"). This is the time when everyone (even those who usually do not) goes to the cemeteries, light a candle, and remember.
This year with many things coming together I decided I take Chris to the city where I grew up, and where my mom is buried.
We took a small wreath and lighted a candle, but Chris was adamant about a small bouquet of flowers.
Afterwards we stopped a "Cukrászda" (cafe? tea house? but the emphasis is on the sweets, the cakes. Chris asked for an ice cream and a frog shaped sweet.
We took a bus and I showed him the windows of the ground-floor apartment I grew up. (Behind the lilac bush is the window of my childhood room).
Then the elementary school I learned to read and write:
And the small river with the dam we played so much on:
On the dam we walked toward the "inner" city. I always loved walking there. behind in the distance there is the small pedestrian bridge, where I got my first kiss.
The small river (Zagyva) runs into a bigger one, and just at the crossing there is the boathouse where I went rowing for years.
The park behind the pool I learned to swim. When I was a kid, the small pond was crumbling and empty. Now it had frog sculpture, and water fountains.
We also checked the high school I went to.
And my son played on the new playground in the park right beside it.
Before we left he city we looked the sculpture that was put there as a remembrance of all who lost their lives in the first world war.