Pick-Your-Own Apple Orchard in Berkenye

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Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own.

When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital.

As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest.

Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu.

So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength.

Thank you for stopping by!

I’d like to share with you the highlights of our Sunday trip—at least the morning part; the afternoon adventures will have to wait for next time—which we spent at the pick-your-own apple orchard in Berkenye!

For weeks, we’d been talking about how fun it would be to pick sun-warmed, juicy, “lipstick-red” apples straight from the orchard for a pie. But until Sunday, our weekends had been fully booked with other plans. This time, however, we decided to spread out the housework over the weekdays (not the best decision, considering it’s only Tuesday now…!) and drove off to Berkenye, the unofficial fruit paradise.

The weather was on our side, so we couldn’t have wished for better conditions for apple picking. Ruben was thrilled and selected the apples for the pie with exceptional care. After filling the crates and tasting all the apple varieties, we weighed our haul (and of course, let our golden-haired boy sample some too), then headed off for a hearty lunch and a riverside siesta to round out the afternoon.