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Category: Lake Balaton
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I told you never to come here… or What's the password? The password kiddo is, this is my house so let me out! or Now, you promised, you won't tell anyone, EVER. I promise. The Little House on the Terrace, Tihany Hungary. …
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Unabashed beauty, there for anyone to see. Almost perfect! A rose garden in the park along Lake Balaton, Hungary.
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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.
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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…
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This man was right next to our table at the very best restaurant in Tihany, Hungary. He was fine, really.
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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…
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