so. cold.
i wasn't aware that things got this cold in america. what must russia be like! i'm beginning to miss my 70-degree weather. it was so nice. not boiling hot, but not...this. but i suppose i'm happy to be alive. i'm hoping the mark doesn't hire someone professional to come and find us. lord knows he has the resources, but i don't think he really has the will. but who knows. i've been keeping a fabulous look out. but that'll happen when you miss an entire security system.
our host family, for lack of a better term, has been amazing, though. these two are something else. alek is such a sweetheart when she's not verbally abusing poor mat in russian. she keeps making me and max try these foods, and most are delicious, but there are some that i'm just not sure about yet. nothing's been outright bad, just unfamiliar, i think. they're giving me a good opportunity to practice my disgustingly awkward russian and alek has not hesitated to correct me once. i think it's because of me that conversation in this house has slowed down so much. but i want to make an effort anyway, and i think they're into that.
alek just threw a shoe at mat. we're all in the living room for some after-dinner drinks. i can't tell these two how grateful i am for this, even in english. and max, too. sometimes i can't help but wonder what will happen if karl isn't there with his net. but he always is. always ready to do whatever he can for me. always. i wonder if it's because he's older than me. he does love me--a lot. and i love him. tons. well. no, i know what i mean, seriously. i mean, max and karl saved my hide with this rescue mission.
they're talking about pulling out a board game...i suppose i should cut this one short. it's still cold but i'm still alive and hopefully forgotten about by this point. waiting for a flight to get out as soon as possible. can't wait to see russia.
our host family, for lack of a better term, has been amazing, though. these two are something else. alek is such a sweetheart when she's not verbally abusing poor mat in russian. she keeps making me and max try these foods, and most are delicious, but there are some that i'm just not sure about yet. nothing's been outright bad, just unfamiliar, i think. they're giving me a good opportunity to practice my disgustingly awkward russian and alek has not hesitated to correct me once. i think it's because of me that conversation in this house has slowed down so much. but i want to make an effort anyway, and i think they're into that.
alek just threw a shoe at mat. we're all in the living room for some after-dinner drinks. i can't tell these two how grateful i am for this, even in english. and max, too. sometimes i can't help but wonder what will happen if karl isn't there with his net. but he always is. always ready to do whatever he can for me. always. i wonder if it's because he's older than me. he does love me--a lot. and i love him. tons. well. no, i know what i mean, seriously. i mean, max and karl saved my hide with this rescue mission.
they're talking about pulling out a board game...i suppose i should cut this one short. it's still cold but i'm still alive and hopefully forgotten about by this point. waiting for a flight to get out as soon as possible. can't wait to see russia.