Some days I go to work and get to watch my work partner chase and holler at loose pigs outside.
Not your typical office humor back in the states so ha!
And that my friends is worth all the lack of money in the world.
I'm not saying I don't wake up pissed at the sun and its ability to hit the snooze button more times than me with its comfy, fluffy grey, gloomy clouds to cuddle. Believe me I would love to be a putz and sleep all morning on the days that suggest our weather has its own kind of seasonal depression but considering its August and there are these grey, gloomy clouds I gotta kinda believe this is training, for you NFL nuts- "preseason", for Moldova's even more grey winters.
All and I like it here. It really is the little things that make your day as corny as it sounds. This week on the way to work I met a German lady backpacking Moldova for three weeks and yesterday I was stopped in the middle of the road by a packed little car full of people wondering, "Unde Saharna?" how they can get to Saharna, an ancient monastery 6km down the road from me. I haven't explored it yet but went running in that direction so I think I was able to answer their question adequately! I really got a kick out of talking to the solo traveling German lady as we walked to where I worked (she wanted a hot shower and a bed, I work at an NGO with a little hotel part that was sadly out of her budget and at full occupancy at the time). She liked Moldova,exploring it and experiencing its disorganization even though it was giving her difficulties with finding a places to crash for a night or two indoors and a shower to enjoy. I liked her outlook and acceptance of Moldova for what it is.
Speaking of the little things.. more figuratively... It's awesome to walk home and find kids sitting around the apartment quad area waiting to say hello and wanting to play with their new American on the block. The two kites (bought at Goodwill) from back home plus American candy were a huge hit. One day starting off with just Adel and I running kites up and down a strip of pavement by the apartments quickly turned into entertainment for two kids watching from their balcony, then learning how to do it, than two more showing up, and two more until we had a whole lineup of kids taking turns to run around with the kites. With these munchkins I hope to start doing more youth activities and maybe starting a club with them after I learn the language a bit better.
I also started singing in the local choir this week. Pretty sure the average age of the choir members has dropped significantly since my attendance but I don't mind; it gives me something different to do, helps me network without having to really talk to people in my poor Romanian and I'm pretty sure its making my work partner and host mom happy. Tuesdays for an hour are for sopranos, Thursdays are for the whole choir and it all gets done with the guidance of a wonderful little man and his accordion as our conductor. I am not a natural soprano but Svetlana, my work partner (who really has a pretty, true soprano voice) suggested the sopranos needed more vocal chords than the alto section; I guess I'll Peace Corps it up and go where ever needed!
Ha I almost forgot, last night I confused my Romanian family instead of the other way around this week (buzz buzz back at ya). I plan on trying out my fly rod this weekend so I figured I should try and fix the leaky crotch seam in my hand-me-down waders. Since you can't really see where the slow leak is coming from on the seam you gota find it. A trick to finding something like that involves turning the waders inside out, wetting the seam, slopping it with dish soap and take a blower (men use shop vacs in reverse, I, a hair dryer not because I'm a lady but that's because it was all I had... and ok because I'm a lady :) underneath to see where the dish soap bubbles up/ where the leaky spots are. I decided to do this when it was just Andrian, Tatiana's son who is visiting from Italy in the house because I'm sure what I was doing with the dish soap, blow dryer and weird looking pants of mine would just make Tatiana's mother hen brain ache. Andrian was around and watching what I was doing so I got him to hold the waders as I blow-dried them and marked with a marker where the bubbles where. I didn't and still don't have a clue how to translate why and what I was doing into Romanian but I think him and Tatiana understood sorta kinda what I was doing (she came home right when I was finishing up and finding a place to dry the waders). Maybe. Who knows. I sure don't.
Well its late in the afternoon, a Friday, I'm at work pig free and happy; the sun did decided to wake up a bit and do a few salutations :) Hopefully to help me catch some fish later... with or without a leaky crotch... we will see! Or feel! Hehe :)
Not your typical office humor back in the states so ha!
And that my friends is worth all the lack of money in the world.
I'm not saying I don't wake up pissed at the sun and its ability to hit the snooze button more times than me with its comfy, fluffy grey, gloomy clouds to cuddle. Believe me I would love to be a putz and sleep all morning on the days that suggest our weather has its own kind of seasonal depression but considering its August and there are these grey, gloomy clouds I gotta kinda believe this is training, for you NFL nuts- "preseason", for Moldova's even more grey winters.
All and I like it here. It really is the little things that make your day as corny as it sounds. This week on the way to work I met a German lady backpacking Moldova for three weeks and yesterday I was stopped in the middle of the road by a packed little car full of people wondering, "Unde Saharna?" how they can get to Saharna, an ancient monastery 6km down the road from me. I haven't explored it yet but went running in that direction so I think I was able to answer their question adequately! I really got a kick out of talking to the solo traveling German lady as we walked to where I worked (she wanted a hot shower and a bed, I work at an NGO with a little hotel part that was sadly out of her budget and at full occupancy at the time). She liked Moldova,exploring it and experiencing its disorganization even though it was giving her difficulties with finding a places to crash for a night or two indoors and a shower to enjoy. I liked her outlook and acceptance of Moldova for what it is.
Speaking of the little things.. more figuratively... It's awesome to walk home and find kids sitting around the apartment quad area waiting to say hello and wanting to play with their new American on the block. The two kites (bought at Goodwill) from back home plus American candy were a huge hit. One day starting off with just Adel and I running kites up and down a strip of pavement by the apartments quickly turned into entertainment for two kids watching from their balcony, then learning how to do it, than two more showing up, and two more until we had a whole lineup of kids taking turns to run around with the kites. With these munchkins I hope to start doing more youth activities and maybe starting a club with them after I learn the language a bit better.
I also started singing in the local choir this week. Pretty sure the average age of the choir members has dropped significantly since my attendance but I don't mind; it gives me something different to do, helps me network without having to really talk to people in my poor Romanian and I'm pretty sure its making my work partner and host mom happy. Tuesdays for an hour are for sopranos, Thursdays are for the whole choir and it all gets done with the guidance of a wonderful little man and his accordion as our conductor. I am not a natural soprano but Svetlana, my work partner (who really has a pretty, true soprano voice) suggested the sopranos needed more vocal chords than the alto section; I guess I'll Peace Corps it up and go where ever needed!
Ha I almost forgot, last night I confused my Romanian family instead of the other way around this week (buzz buzz back at ya). I plan on trying out my fly rod this weekend so I figured I should try and fix the leaky crotch seam in my hand-me-down waders. Since you can't really see where the slow leak is coming from on the seam you gota find it. A trick to finding something like that involves turning the waders inside out, wetting the seam, slopping it with dish soap and take a blower (men use shop vacs in reverse, I, a hair dryer not because I'm a lady but that's because it was all I had... and ok because I'm a lady :) underneath to see where the dish soap bubbles up/ where the leaky spots are. I decided to do this when it was just Andrian, Tatiana's son who is visiting from Italy in the house because I'm sure what I was doing with the dish soap, blow dryer and weird looking pants of mine would just make Tatiana's mother hen brain ache. Andrian was around and watching what I was doing so I got him to hold the waders as I blow-dried them and marked with a marker where the bubbles where. I didn't and still don't have a clue how to translate why and what I was doing into Romanian but I think him and Tatiana understood sorta kinda what I was doing (she came home right when I was finishing up and finding a place to dry the waders). Maybe. Who knows. I sure don't.
Well its late in the afternoon, a Friday, I'm at work pig free and happy; the sun did decided to wake up a bit and do a few salutations :) Hopefully to help me catch some fish later... with or without a leaky crotch... we will see! Or feel! Hehe :)
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