Everyday the same old dizzy dance
Well, one dizzy dance is done- the culture paper on Easter. I now know why Russians color eggs, some traditions of the church, and the superstitions of peasants. Unfortunately, I still have not found out why the priest dude changes his robes so many times and what those people chant in the corner by the icons (sorry Chut... it's going to be a mystery for a long time).
the other dizzy dance is plane tickets. Colby already bought my ticks for St. Petes, and since I now have two sets, I am indeed coming home. yay...or boo (depends on how much you like me, i guess, or if you have a split personality, it can be yay and boo). On the 18th Jess will once again terrorize Haver-hill!! mayhaps I will drop by Colby...depends on when you people start Janplan.
So we celebrated thanksgiving in Russia, which was weird, since in America, my family eats chinese food and duck on Thanksgiving and when I am here in Russia, I celebrate it with traditional American food... including pie. We were talking about Pie in our conversation class, and I, without thinking, muttered in English, "I don't want to be a pie...I don't like gravy." Needless to say they all thought I was crazy, or soomashedshaya in Russian.
Oh, and I tried to make chocolate mousse. but instead of being mousse-like, it was very moose-like - hearty and thick- well, I guess that's more Russian like. Those crazy old ladies at the market who were selling milk products saw me coming and started stirring their buckets of curdled stuff like the Weird Sisters of Macbeth- "Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble!" They chanted "lets make fun of the foreigner!!" and they sold me... no, not queer giraffes, but really thick cream, which turned out to be sour cream, the dreaded milk product! Curse you, Smetana, instrument of the Devil.
ok. I'm done.
the other dizzy dance is plane tickets. Colby already bought my ticks for St. Petes, and since I now have two sets, I am indeed coming home. yay...or boo (depends on how much you like me, i guess, or if you have a split personality, it can be yay and boo). On the 18th Jess will once again terrorize Haver-hill!! mayhaps I will drop by Colby...depends on when you people start Janplan.
So we celebrated thanksgiving in Russia, which was weird, since in America, my family eats chinese food and duck on Thanksgiving and when I am here in Russia, I celebrate it with traditional American food... including pie. We were talking about Pie in our conversation class, and I, without thinking, muttered in English, "I don't want to be a pie...I don't like gravy." Needless to say they all thought I was crazy, or soomashedshaya in Russian.
Oh, and I tried to make chocolate mousse. but instead of being mousse-like, it was very moose-like - hearty and thick- well, I guess that's more Russian like. Those crazy old ladies at the market who were selling milk products saw me coming and started stirring their buckets of curdled stuff like the Weird Sisters of Macbeth- "Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble!" They chanted "lets make fun of the foreigner!!" and they sold me... no, not queer giraffes, but really thick cream, which turned out to be sour cream, the dreaded milk product! Curse you, Smetana, instrument of the Devil.
ok. I'm done.