Rachel got up early to finish homework and headed to school on her bike (not a great idea given the rain). Rachel's wonderful Hungarian teacher Marti invited us to join the class for a traditional lunch of goulash cooked by the students (but mostly by the teachers). She even made Rachel her own vegetarian mushroom soup (though Rachel likes mushrooms only slightly more than meat). Julia and I headed to campus early so Julia could log in to work; Jim slept in and met us there. It was so fun to meet all the students from many different colleges (Carleton, Swarthmore, Pomona, the Naval Academy, Wesleyan, ... I was in heaven). We played a fun round of Code Names (though we weren't really in sync with Jenny's clue-giving) and talked to Marti over lunch.
Rachel had more classes so Julia, Jim, and I went to work in the Planteen cafe on the campus where Rachel met us for more work.
Given the rain and the late hour, we decided to grab a ShareNow car to get back to town, stopping first at the huge grocery store right next to AIT. It was there that I got the idea of leaving Rachel with a tray of Stacked Enchiladas when we left town so she'd have some mama cooking when we were gone. But, that required several things -- we bought a cheap 9x13 pan and some tortillas, which I thought would be the hardest ingredients to get.
We drove close to Rachel's apartment and decided to try one of the other restaurants on the square. She'd been to two but never tried the Hungarian one. We got a table and ordered two platters -- one vegetarian and one meat. A while later they came out to tell us they were out of some parts of the vegetarian platter and would be giving us extra fried cheese. When we got it, it was just huge chunks of cheese deep-fried with a few potato rings, also deep fried. The meat one was chunks of meat and even chunks of fat, served separately. It was not a great meal.
We walked from there to the “community center” bar and had sodas while we played five hands of Rummy. As the girls claimed to be relearning the rules, we didn’t count the first hand where Jim killed it, and his game went downhill from there. Somehow he ended up with 5 points total.
We got back in a car and headed out for a Hungarian specialty that Rachel knew would be good: Longas — fried dough with sour cream and cheese. We threw in an order of doughnuts and jam to round out a night of terrible eating (but at least this part was yummy). It was a late night for us (out past midnight!), but super fun!
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