Fruit Spaghetti?

I just thought I would throw out there that I just went to a restaurant where I ordered what I thought to be Fruit Spaghetti. It was called speghetti fruite di mare, and had another deceiving description of gymölcleves (I spelled that wrong) which is the word used for fruit soup. So here I am thinking I'm going to try something new, and when I get my spaghetti, I found it looking back at me. These little squids with legs and tentacles and arms were practically crawling around in my spaghetti if they hadn't already been cooked and lathered in tomato sauce. I felt obligated to eat a bit of it, but I admit I picked around the squid, especially when Kim got really excited and picked one up by its leg and started talking to it. I lost my appetite.
Oh, Kim is a lovely ESI teacher in Gödöllo that visited for the weekend. Her and Sarah Jane and I were going to go canoeing today, but we were unfortunately rained out. Sad. It will have to be rescheduled. Instead, we had a delightful movie squid spaghetti kind of day. We also went out to a movie last night, Palindromes, and just in case you are A) American, B) Christian, C) Pro-life, D) sympathetic to the handicapped, or E) against child pornography or molestation, there is a strong chance you will be deeply offended by this movie and should avoid it. It was the only English movie playing, and I'll never make that mistake of just walking in without knowing what I'm watching ever again. Probably in the top three worst movies I've ever seen. If you are a fellow ESI teacher and still feel like watching it, be prepared to look down and avoid eye contact with anyone after the movie who might have noticed you are American. You will be ashamed of your country for making this film.
And believe it or not, it was a lovely weekend. The first one I've spent just hanging out in Vác and taking it easy, and it was very relaxing. I needed the time off. I'm still trying to figure out exactly what to teach my students, and it's coming along on a trial and error basis. It can be frustrating, but I love it when I'm walking down the hallway and a kid will make a big deal out of saying ˝Good Morning Teacher!˝ just to impress me. It's very cute. There is an American student, actually, who is spending a year abroad as an exchange student. She's very cool, and doesn't speak Hungarian either, but communicates in German or English to the bilingual students. I will probably start hanging out with her, and I think she'll be a good way to start hanging out with more of my students too. It's also just nice to talk English with someone at my school at a normal pace.
Aight, peace out.