Sun, July 12th
Exactly one month until I hop back onto the Trans-Siberian RR back to Moscow for my flight back to JFK. I’m already feeling homesick, or rather its difficult to adjust to some things. I thought my parents ate a lot of meat, but Russians literally have meat with EVERY meal, including breakfast. And usually its fatty red meat like salami. I’m not a huge fan of it, but I don’t really have a choice.
We were at Dasha’.s the other day, and her mother came home and made us tea. But tea in Russia is never just tea. Its tea and cookies and meat and cucumber and tomatoes and bread and lots of other things as well. When we sat down, there was something on one of the plates that resembled sliced cold turkey, which I thought was awkward since I’ve never seen anything like that before in Russia. So, being the nice person I am, I let Brett eat the first piece before asking Dasha what it was. She said the name in Russian that we couldn’t translate, which is never good. While Brett was making faces Dasha went to go look the word up, and her mother was saying “It’s good for you. It will help you lose weight.” Then Dasha calls from her room “Eet is Lard.” I had to contain myself as I watched the surprise creep across Brett’s face. Yes, I’m sure it would help me lose weight… only in Russia…
One of my classes is watching Finding Nemo because I wanted to watch an English film. They’re watching it in English, so I wanted to have Russian subtitles so they could understand, but the Russian school teachers I am working with, Dasha and Anna, made me do English subtitles, so I hope they can understand it! We’ll talk about it afterwards, so I’ll see how much they absorbed.
The older kids in one of our classes took Brett, Dasha, and myself to the lake. I don’t think I’ve ever swam in a lake before, in fact I think the only “natural” water I’ve ever swam in was the creek by my great-grandmothers house, and that had rocks along the bottom. At this lake it was slimy mud, but it was still fun! The kids are around my brothers age, I think only a year or two older, so it’s nice being around them.
Friday night Anna and Dasha took us to a bigger city nearby called Barnol. There’s a lot to do there, but we went to a club. It was really funny when Brett tried to dance with Dasha! Russians don’t dance like Americans. While we dance close and bump and grind, Russians dance in a circle and move their arms as much as their legs. One Russian song came on called “American Boy.” It’s about a Russian girl wanting to leave Moscow to go find a man in the U.S. I LOVED it. Now I just need to find it on Itunes ^_^
I think that’s all for now. Love and peace.
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