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About Me
- maggieinmoldova
- Moldova
- The views posted on this blog are mine alone, not those of the United States Government or the American Peace Corps.
My cat... Olivia
Her name was Oliver, but then we found out he was a she!
The side of a school
That little guy is a communist scout and the sun rising over the iron curtain!
Geese
the little guys that live next door
home sweet home
Sunflowers
We took a stroll through the sunflowers
Mexican Night
We had the Best Moldovan Mexican Night ever...
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That’s it! I found it! Kids put down the candy-canes and Postman Joe send those letters my way. Santa’s workshop isn’t in the North Poll, silly, it’s right here in Moldova!
Funny story time: As I was walking home from school, 2pm, I ran into (literally) a drunk Moldovan man. From whence he came and to where he was headed I do not know, but there he was inebriated and full of questions for this American. (I promise, I’ll get to santa soon.) Actually most were about Russia and I think possibly a proposal of marriage. As I struggled to leave as politely as I could, politeness- an ‘image’ that I’m trying to create for myself and Americans… if only they really knew me…SANTA CLAUSE saved me!!!! A big jolly, silver man walked out of the Agriculture Store and sent that sucker packing! Santa didn’t linger, just said hello and went back inside, but I knew it was him. So, then I started thinking, is there a better place for a workshop?! The north pole is a little out of the way, especially on a tight schedule, plus how do they import all those materials? It’s going start snowing here any day, so we’ve almost got the same climate. Then I thought that Russia or Greenland would make a more logical choice, but they don’t have the cheap labour like Moldova. My bet is the elves mutinied and are now running around Hollywood with Bam or Will Ferrill. So Santa needed somewhere cold, with an available work force and there is enough good food here to keep that belly shaking like a bowl jelly infinitely. So there you go, Santa’s workshop is in Moldova. I’ve solved one of the world’s great mysteries, do you think they’ll give me medal of some sort?!
In other news, I just got back from a weekend in Chisinau. We had a training session about our work in the Hospital. I think, despite the long days, it got us all really pumped up. And when I was daydreaming, instead of listening to Elvira, I was actually thinking about possible projects instead of what color socks James was wearing! Rodica has two hooks outside her door for a bulletin board, but instead she has all the posters hanging up in her room, which only the people who are already sick go into! So now, every month we’re going to make a poster high-lighting new information and put it up. The great thing about her room is that it’s located right next to the school’s little convenience store, so it will be the perfect place to advertise. Also, since this is the international day of peace, we’ve been having lessons about violence/ tolerance. I don’t know whether to laugh of cry, but they don’t have a word for racism here. I know that because unlike every other Romanian/English word that I misspell on the chalkboard, this is the only one that is exactly the same (like internet). For homework, we’re doing the million cranes thing and they’re all drawing/painting/creating me a crane and next week we’re putting them in the entrance of the school, which is something that is also not done here so much!
In Chisinau we all had a great time. However we all made eachother sick. We were all stuck in that little room with one window, which we couldn’t open because it would be too cold and the consensus was that we would rather be too hot than too cold. Our germs were intermingling and growing and discussing about how to best attack our immunse systems “oh, I heard that Maggie has a weak spot under the nose” “don’t worry Lory can’t fight off when you take the vitamin B”. Plus we had to walk to the bus station in the rain, and with that huge package mom sent me on located firmly on my back. You know in the movies when the girl looks gorgeous and she’s about to do something really big, when a car drives by and a puddle wooshes all over her clothes. Well that actually happened to us as we were walking to the station. Ok, that seems a little dramatic, it was a small woosh, but I just didn’t know that sort of thing happened in real life…
I’m back home now until the wine fest in the middle of October! I’m taking a day trip somewhere for Yom Kippur. Babi would be proud. Eric said that it wasn’t worth going to temple here because the whole thing is in Russian and it’s a conservative service and I didn’t want to argue about going into Chisinau. Plus, babi’s pride is now going to die, I wanted to make both wine fest and have another day to spend out of site for when I just really need a break. I’m trying to stalk up on books right now. I’m reading that book that Sylvia gave me and it really is heartbreaking. Also, I got another Bill Bryson book because he always makes me laugh.
Oh! Almost forgot. The otherday when we were in the big grocery store doing our American food shopping, we ran into a man and his family from PA. They’re from Carlilse. He’s a fullbright scholar working here and his family came along for the ride. He said that PSU killed Temple and that the Ohio State game was going to be in October! I can’t wait to hear what happens, because he said we were doing pretty well. Also, the kid in a village close to me is from OSU, so ya know, I talk to much trash sometimes. But especially when people bring JoPa into it. Caleb and Brynn went home, which is sad in itself, but also because Caleb always stuck up for JoPa and he know’s more about PSU football than I do, so he’s more credible. Also, I think Brynn was the only one of us with actual heatlth/hospital experience. She was our resident go to girl. : (. Anyways, small work, eh? He invited us to swan lake, but I had to come home!
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