In Hungary where I was born and grew up we always celebrate name days, every name has a designated day in the calendar and it is just as important as birthdays over there. With an other word reason to have a “fiesta”.

Since, Hungary does not have any sea or ocean, that was a far fetch dream for a 14 years of boy about Crossing the South Pacific and here I am now, “living my dream”.
Hungarian food was an order for dinner tonight and the galley filled up with the smell of Hungary, reminded me of my Mother kitchen.

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