Category: Humorous

  •   A Mother Goose Rhyme, just in time for election day.     Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags, And some in velvet gown.           The Hungarian dog and the King and Queen in Tihany, Hungary.

  •   A swinging, singing witch?   A flying witch?   Or a laughing witch?     Whichever witch you choose to be, today, or in life, have fun! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN!     Witches of Szentendres, Hungary, or perhaps variations of Baba Yaga, wise woman of Russian and Slavic folklore.  

  •     I'm just a duck, quit looking at me like I should be saying something clever. I'm just a duck.   QUACK.           One of many ducks around and in the pond at the South East Branch of the Library, one of five sites for Early Voting in St. Augustine.

  •     This is the day before he understood that you can eat the cone and get to the rest of the ice cream!         Aden useing a spoon in Godollo, Hungary to scoop out the rest of the ice cream!      

  •     Traveling with this little guy and his mom and grandparents, at that age where he is absorbing language like a sponge, and learning two languages at one time, it was little surprise when he could recognize the Hungarian word for "ice cream" and take you by the hand to the very attractive stands…

  •               This man was right next to our table at the very best restaurant in Tihany, Hungary. He was fine, really.

  •   Staying with a Hungarian family, is a lot like being with an Italian family, everyone talks at once. You almost can't imagine how these conversations can procede, especially without your valuable input!           Hungarian is actually spoken softly, most times, and these gorgeous pets were shot in Tihany, on Lake…

  •     Once in a while, exactly what we want, need, falls right into our – beaks.         Sea gull, Cedar Key about to catch a bit of bread thrown by the upstairs neighbors.  

  •     Uh-oh, now what?           One of many sculptures found in the very exclusive clinic in the heart of Budapest. (Apologies to the artist for not knowing her/his name.)  

  •     Where's Laine?   I don't know.   Maybe she's hungry.   Did you say Hungary?   No, I said hungry.   Oh. Why?   I don't know!         Laine's Blog will be shaken and stirred for the next couple of weeks, with some help from guest blogger, Sue Harrison and…