The Hungarian census people came by today. (Well, they were about to come by when I left, and I ran into them on the way.) They speak German and Hungarian, but not English, and I didn’t know and couldn’t figure out the word for “census” in either language. Fortunately, I could understand enough of their German to call my landlady, who’s the one who actually has to respond to the census, and they sorted it out.

A measure of how much easier German is for English speakers than Hungarian: despite having studied only for a week or two from a book five years ago, I could figure out enough from cognates to understand (slowly) the census person; after two weeks of (helpful) 6-hour-per-day Hungarian classes and another eight weeks in Hungary, Hungarian was still harder.