I had been planning a long weekend for August 20 for a while. I wanted to travel somewhere and take the advantage of these three free days, extended by maximum 1-2 more. For weeks, I have been searching for plane ticket but found only horror priced ones. I raised the idea what about jumping off the Croatian coast, but it also did not work. At the end it happened that I stayed at my home country for the long weekend on the feast of our state founder king. There is a small settlement in Northern Hungary that is an inexhaustible source of my Instagram photos not by chance (you follow me here) not by chance. It is a real jewelry box in Hungary. It is located between Miskolc and Eger in the Bükk Mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Its name is Bükkszentkereszt. Here it is always at least 5 degrees cooler, thanks to being one of the highest settlements in Hungary, with an average altitude of 600m above sea level. 5 degrees minus really refreshing in summer, a little less in winter. Here the animals graze freely in the meadow and are not confined to a locked space. They have a happy life under the open sky. The horses and cows always greet me warmly whenever we meet. Here the herbs have a special feast every year. But you can even meet by walking in the village with the 90-year-old Uncle Gyuri, the famous herbal man of the country. Here the forest always supplies mushrooms, often in amazing quantities. Here in the depths of the forest lay the miraculous, Blessed Lady stones, which are visited by hundreds of barren women every year. They just sit on it, trusting in the healing power of the stones or make a pilgrimage here for relief. I could endlessly continue the list with examples of the natural beauties that await people here in Bükkszentkereszt. Perhaps the most important lesson I have learnt. When it comes for travelling you do not have to think only in abroad. After all at home you are always at sweet home.