Tuesday is a flurry of comings and goings as we send team members back to their former lives in waves of airport runs. Four of us will remain in Erd: myself, Marcia, Linda and her daughter, our wonderful dancers who have come in for the second arts camp, to begin in a few more days. Since a common denominator is exhaustion, we intersperse naps with goodbyes, and anyone who doesn't have anything else to do throws laundry in the little machine to beat back the growing hallway pile of sheets and towels.
We found the perfect spot in the Pataki Bakery, and if I could have found a translator, I would have asked the owner if there was any connection to George Pataki, former NY governor.
Instead, we found the most amazing pastries, a cozy nook to hunker down in for some time, and friendly waitresses. Internet connections are slow and sparky, but better than Petofi Island, and we are soon in our zones, happily munching on exquisite delights.