Home. Ish.

We're here in Russia. I'm borrowing internet from the other married couple in our program, and Charles needs it after me, so I'm going to write a very rushed entry. I just wanted to let our family and friends know that we are alive and well. Our landlady wants us to call her Aunt Valya, and she's so sweet. She took us all the way into town yesterday to make sure we got on all the right trains, and this morning she chewed Charles out for not making me eat. I haven't been too hungry lately, and she was worried because she hadn't seen me eat. She's funny. I really like her.
I'm compiling a list of my first impressions, and I'll post them later. Russia is very entertaining to a people-watcher like myself. And my husband is by far the handsomest man in Russia.
And I just want to let my family know that I ordered lunch in German in Germany for my husband and myself, after I asked directions in German to a cafe that could sell me some Apfelschorle. and I didn't ask for any any Apfelschnitzel. After that, we stocked up on Rittersports, in the most wonderful flavors, as well as paprika pringles, and kinder eggs. I soooooo pitched a fit when it was time to leave Germany. But Charles slept the whole way to Russia, so I don't think he even noticed.

And to those who care, Russia is like Turkmenistan on steroids. Neon steroids. It smells the same, but they have Mcdonalds with free wifi. and their mcdonalds also has chocolate croissants. In conclusion, I'm learning tons and I'm having quite an adventure, and we're both really happy to be here.
And I have some funny stories about bread and cheese, losing teeth, and meksiken food.