From Russia With Love: Stories...

Hello, Everyone!

I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd fill you in on a few things and share some more pictures! It has just been business as usual here. Eat, sleep, teach, and so on. But we have started planning our vacations, and that has been really exciting. I think the first place we are going to visit is Moscow, and then we'll start heading out of the country some weekends after that!

I only have a few random stories to share, but here they are!
Story number one! Remember how I said that overall people here seem to not mind us too much? Well, maybe I was wrong about that... The other day a few teachers and I were walking home from school and were, of course, speaking English. We have started to get more comfortable here so maybe we were being a little loud or something. When we reached the end of the cross walk, a guy turned around and gave us a death glare (Like, "Go back to your own stupid country" glare) and spit right in front of us where we were about to step on the sidewalk. We were all taken aback because all we were doing was talking! In the heat of the moment, one of the teachers softly says, "Well up yours, Buddy..." and he kept walking and gave us the finger. We probably should have been more scared, but at the time we thought it was kind of funny. We didn't know what to do, so we laughed. But really, what do you want us to do, apologize for speaking English?

Story number 2! Last night was Kristin's 25th birthday, so we went downtown to have dinner. We all got dolled up just for fun and had a sleepover afterwards. Some of the girls put on bright red lipstick just for the heck of it (mine was bright pink). While we were downtown, we noticed we were getting A LOT of stares, and some glares. I jokingly mentioned that maybe having on red lipstick means you're a hooker. We laughed....but, maybe it does...haha.

Story number 3! I was walking home one day from one of my levels classes and was carrying the Jenga game. I decided I wanted to stop by the store, but the game didn't fit in my backpack. So, I decided I would just carry it in with me. Well, I get up to the line to pay and I drop a coin on the floor. Now, there is no top on the Jenga can, so when I bent over to pick up the coin the Jenga pieces fell everywhere! I looked like such a dope! This girl passed me in line because I was taking to long to pick up the pieces...thanks for the help, Lady!

Also, one of the ladies that works at the kindergarten taught me a Russian game! I'm totally memorizing it and playing it with Kian and Ella when I get home!

Now for the pictures!