liz came here and we had a lovely vacation together. we only took pictures with her camera, though, so a blog about that will have to wait. to hold you over i am posting about something i deal with daily. just thought you should know. :)
things are different here. more than just the language, you know. like...
celcius and fahrenheit: i never know the temperature and if i ask someone they say stuff like 4 degrees. sounds really cold.. and i can tell from being outside that it IS really cold, but exactly how cold.. well, i have to look on my computer to find that out.ű
when i want to cook something (who cooks any more, right? well i do here!) i have to go to the computer to convert the instructions to or from celcius so that i dont burn the flat down. so far, so good.
time: not only do we use the 24 hour clock here (and i am not a military person) - which causes me enough trouble because i always add or subtract 12 from the time and sometimes i do it... well, wrong... BUT hungarians tell time differently. if it is 5:15 we would say it is a quarter after 5. they say it is a quarter on the way to 6. we say half past 6 they say half on the way to 7. then things that end in 45 are the same. yeah!
the keyboard: if i didnát alter the waz i tzped here, this is what zou would be seeing. instead of dollar sign ,there is !, instead of ! there is ', instead of @ there is ", and all the numbers are moved over to the right one because yero is next to the 1. oh, and itás virtuallz impossible for me to get the @ without looking because i have to push ALT V to get that little guz. and there are some key we donát have, like ö ü ó ő ú é á ű.
the metric system: that means kilometers instead of miles. "how far do you live from school?" "oh about 50 kilometers"... that means nothing to me. "how tall are you?" "174 centimeters."... that means nothing to me. "how much cheese do you want?" "a decagram will be fine." ... a WHATgram?? "my new years resolution is to lose 10 kilos." ... uh, are you talking about drugs?
floors: it's not that big of a deal, really, but in europe they call the first floor the ground floor. then the (american) second floor is called the "first floor" because it is the first raised level. (the hungarian word for floor - when it isn't the ground floor - implies elevation, so i can understand them calling it that.) so if i lived in the flat i live in now but in america, i would live on the third floor. but here i live on the second floor. that's all just fine until you go somewhere and they say oh you're on the second floor, just take your suitcases on up. you might be thinking you only have to lug your junk up one flight, but in reality, it's more like 6. here's how i figure. in america there is usually ONE flight of stairs between floors. i have noticed here that there are two flights and a platform between two floors. so, flight-platform-flight, FIRSTFLOOR, flight-platform-flight, SECONDFLOOR, flight-platform-flight, THIRDFLOOR is the way to the second floor... good luck with all your stuff. there is no such thing as elevators in buildings with fewer than 5 floors - as far as i've seen.
clothes sizes: i have no idea what they're measuring here. but the clothes i've seen while shopping have numbers in the 30s and 40s. i just try things on until they feel right. this may take up to 10 tries. luckily, i have a lot of time.
i wear size 40 in shoes. 40 centimeters maybe? that's 4 decimeters, you know. oh you DON'T know? you must be american like me. but, it might not be what we're measuring. just a guess.
bags: BYOB... bring your own bags... to the grocery store. if you don't, you gotta buy one there
toilets: they have a shelf in them. there is not a lovely pool of water, but a shelf to display to all the world your most recent work. to flush, do not look for a handle. instead scan the toilet room (which is separate from showers and sinks in most cases) for a chain to pull from the overhead tank, or perhaps a button on the top of the waist-high tank, or even a lever to press into the tank. really, your guess is as good as mine.
i don't think these differences are bad. just different. i think the US should push metric and celcius again. we are one of like 3 countries who aren't metric and who aren't celcius-thinkers. in america it doesn't matter, but we are at a disadvantage in the rest of the world. unless we memorize some silly 5/9 + 32 formula or remember some conversions. or carry around calculators and sliderules and notecards and abacuses and and and...
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i like fahrenheit...but i also like math so bring on 5/9+32. you also might want to know that sometimes i change my car to metric (it can do that you know) and then figure out the temp and miles as i go along....oh equations how i love thee!
thanks for the differences! and i think that the floor stuff would have me forever lost...
You said "do you mean drugs?" on the metric one! LOLOLOLOLOL!!! You're hilar. and its funny that you could wear the same size shoe and shirt. but i guess you could in america, too. so yeah, not so funny i guess... and sorry you have a poop shelf. that really IS sick.
HA! There are a LOT of these I can relate to (but I only had to deal with them in weekly increments, because I never stayed overseas for more than month!). First, the few helps I do know:
-to get a C temp to an F one you double the number and add 30, (not extremely accurate for the stove, but helpful for weather situations)
- for the 24 hour time just add 2 to the "weird" number (ie, 13:00 and up) to get the real time, so 17:00 would be 19, which would be 9 p.m.
- keyboard...ummm some smart person told me it takes like 26 days to develop a habit...
- I didn't even understand YOUR explanation of the levels, sorry
- clothing, I just always looked at the UK size because it was always 1 up from the US one (a UK 14 is a US 12)I'm sure they don't care to list the UK size on European clothing though...sorry again
- have some of said valuable plastic shopping bags to help the "stuff" off that horrid shelf (it's SOOOO dumb, that design, not to mention nasty and possibly embarrassing if you're in a hurry)
Thanks for blogging, even though you didn't have pictures of you and your giant sis, this was fun to read!
danya
I apologize for the delay in the pictures - but you DO have all the ones from Christmas on your computer, remember? And a post like this would have been more helpful to me BEFORE I went to encounter it all for myself! Good times though - lots of laughs and I can relate to your struggles!
Christie,
hello precious! yes, I can totally agree and laugh along with all of your observations...I know how that feels! no one warned me about all those differences either so I had to get smart quick! :) LB
That was hysterical - it was like being there again. Thanks!
As you know I usually try to read your blog while I am at work in between hiding my IM boxes from my boss, today I ALMOST gave myself away. I was smiling in my head the whole time until I got to the part about "Uh are you talking about drugs" and "A WHATagram" I seriously busted out laughing out loud-nice work. I can just hear you saying it too!
Guess I'm still a math genius...you're supposed to SUBTRACT 2 from the 12 hour clock time to get the number.
Hope you weren't late (or early) to anything because of me.
heart, me
This is soo cool, Christie... see us from the american point of view...:) But I've already heard some of that from you.... that poopshelf thing... she's just said it was sick:D. omg, it really isn't. i really can't understand why that's such a big deal... i'm like totally fine with both types of toilets... but poopshelf is cooler cause the other one SPLASHES, man!
And, yes, I realy can't understand why American and English people like their own mile and inch and stuff things... centimeter, meter, kilogramm and the others are a lot more logical... very easy two learn that 1 meter=10 decimeter=100 centimeter=1000 millimeter... :D
kissya! and sorry about that whole 4-o'clock-thing the other day :P I told you I'd forget it...
Did I just write "man"? xD
hey, when are you going to post again? we miss your fresh humor and life stories that you always seem to have!
Mehehehe. I'm moving to Hungary for a year starting in September, so I've been perusing various expat blogs and yours is a gold mine.
Hahaha, I encountered some of the same issues when I lived in Cairo for 4 months last year. There's a "zero" floor, people tell time 24:00 style, I had to order meat and cheese in Kilos (which sounds embarrassingly enormous if you're like, "I'd like two Kilos of ground beef, please"). Still, your phraseology is fantastic. How many times did I think in my head 'that means nothing to me...'
I'm looking forward to reading more of your stuff.
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