Being neighbourly...

As I was walking quickly to school this morning, I met my new neighbour who was bringing in the garbage bin with two of his boys. He stopped me and started to speak in really fast Hungarian, the only thing I said was Igen.

He was being friendly, I think, and I have no idea what he said. Is that a bad thing?

I hope he figures out I am the English teacher because I told him my name is Tara, one not on the list of approved Hungarian names.

I guess I will see next time I run into him.