Yup...I am still goin with the Beatles' titles. Anyways....GREETINGS FROM THE MOTHER LAND! What a trip. So far everything has been sublime. But let's back up to the very beginning. First of all, I suggest that no one ever books a flight for 6:30 AM. Ever. Especially when you have 20 hours of travel ahead of you. Bad. News. Bears. So my flights. Shall we start with Salt Lake to Chicago? Everything was totally normal and ordinary. Oh except for the guy next to me mumbling to himself the whole time. About who knows what. He would throw in the occasional outburst of laughter whilst shaking his head. I don't know, maybe he told himself a hilarious joke (because we all know we've done that before). OR he saw apparitions of animals wearing human clothes. Ya....that was probably the case. Then he kept taking pictures of the clouds with his phone. He would say under his breath "Oh yaaa....that's a keeper. Real nice. Mmhmm." thks happened at least 6 times. Kudos to this guy for making his flight more enjoyable than the rest of us drones.
Chicago airport was nice. It's sad when the most exciting thing is your day is when you discover the toilets automatically change the seat cover. I don't know how many times I went to the bathroom just so I could wave my hand above the seat like a wizard. You think I'm kidding. And then I had to talk about it to everyone who walked in. "Have you seen those toilets? It will change your life forever! My mind is still blown!" I need to get out more often.....
Our next flight was Chicago to Germany. This flight actually was fairly normal. However, by this time I began to realize I was rapidly regressing to the age of 4. Let me just paint of picture of what the people around observed. A girl that is at least 20, wearing a pink unicorn sweater, taking pictures with a toy action figure (its Fin from Adventure Time, if you were wondering), clinging on to a penguin pillow pet, and playing with a Gameboy (and yes, I WAS playing Pokemon). I should probably re-evaluate my life when all of things are occurring at once. Except for the pillow pet. Bringing that was the smartest decision I have ever made. You wouldn't believe how much attention that gets. Especially with the Germans. They got a kick out of him. I should carrying that everywhere. Maybe get some dates with the fellas. "Did you guys happen to notice my pillow pet? Ya...its a pillow AND a pet." If that doesn't work than I don't know what will. Anywhoo...back to flying and my weird instincts to revert back to 1995. On my flight to St. Petersburg these girls actually got really excited when I pulled out my Gameboy. At least I think they were excited....they were speaking German. But I did hear the word Gameboy. And I am going to assume they something along the lines of "Hey that girl's got a Gameboy. She is SO cool. I wish I could be more like herrrrrrr. An inspiration to us all." Yup. That's definitely what they said. NOT "Does that girl seriously have a Gameboy? What is she, four years old? I think there's something wrong with her." They would never say such lies.
After about 20 hours we arrived in St. Petersburg. ITS SOOO GREEN! Holy moly. We are straight up in the forest. Flying in it looked like a autumn day in Narnia. Freakin awesome. Here we met our coordinator, Alla. She is the sweetest lady. Love her. Her English is good enough to understand each other. She has been taking very good care of us. I live in an apartment with three other girls, Meghan, Sydney, and Courtney. All passing my "Rad List." If you don't know what constitutes making the Rad List, you are not on it so don't even bother asking. We are getting along marvelously. It's very rainy here, ergo my hair is FABULOUS. Since when is poofy, frizzy locks, Kramer style, NOT the hottest thing you have ever seen? Even though the temperature is on the nippy side, I have been enjoying it. Autumn doesn't get a turn in Utah. So I like it here.
It's been a busy couple of days. Running around, trying to get things ready for teaching on Monday. I am pretty sure we stick out like sore thumbs. You can definitely tell we are loud obnoxious Americans. REPRESENT! Today we had the pleasure of going to the doctor to get all checked out. First of all, the doctors didn't speak any English. Mostly our conversations consisted of them asking me something in Russia and me replying with the nervous laugh you all know so well. Then they responded with shaking their heads. The first doctor checked out my throat and ears. And boy did he go to town of my ears! He stuck that ear checker thing way the crap into my ear canal. I know it's something you just tell kids to freak them out, but I am pretty sure he actually reached my brain. From what I gathered, I am in tip top shape for those things. Yahoo. The next doctor checked my breathing, organs, and skin. I got to lift up my shirt, spring break style, for that doctor. That's always a good time...I should clarify than none of these procedures were terrible. Just so you know. I am not a wuss. The next procedure was getting blood drawn....and the last one....I would rather not talk about. For discretion's sake, let's just saw I had to swab a place that I never imagined I would have to swab. (On second thought, if anyone has ever "imagined" swabbing that....they are really really sick). I had to go behind this curtain and just drop my drawers. Welcome to Russia. All in all I survived. I pretty much just laughed the whole time. When I left the exam room I said "Spaciba" the the doctor which means Thank you. She looked really confused as to why I would be thanking her for making me swab my hmmhmmhmm. I was just tryin to be polite haha.
I really am loving every second here. I haven't been GREAT at taking pictures. Tomorrow I promise I will start snappin those like no body's biz. So until then...no pictures for you! (Did you read that in the soup Nazi's voice? You better have). I miss and love you all! Hope this blog met your expectations of confusing, ADD, disturbing writing. Because that's all I really know how to do. SO GET USED TO IT. And with that....I must retire to my quarters. Peace and Love :)
Chicago airport was nice. It's sad when the most exciting thing is your day is when you discover the toilets automatically change the seat cover. I don't know how many times I went to the bathroom just so I could wave my hand above the seat like a wizard. You think I'm kidding. And then I had to talk about it to everyone who walked in. "Have you seen those toilets? It will change your life forever! My mind is still blown!" I need to get out more often.....
Our next flight was Chicago to Germany. This flight actually was fairly normal. However, by this time I began to realize I was rapidly regressing to the age of 4. Let me just paint of picture of what the people around observed. A girl that is at least 20, wearing a pink unicorn sweater, taking pictures with a toy action figure (its Fin from Adventure Time, if you were wondering), clinging on to a penguin pillow pet, and playing with a Gameboy (and yes, I WAS playing Pokemon). I should probably re-evaluate my life when all of things are occurring at once. Except for the pillow pet. Bringing that was the smartest decision I have ever made. You wouldn't believe how much attention that gets. Especially with the Germans. They got a kick out of him. I should carrying that everywhere. Maybe get some dates with the fellas. "Did you guys happen to notice my pillow pet? Ya...its a pillow AND a pet." If that doesn't work than I don't know what will. Anywhoo...back to flying and my weird instincts to revert back to 1995. On my flight to St. Petersburg these girls actually got really excited when I pulled out my Gameboy. At least I think they were excited....they were speaking German. But I did hear the word Gameboy. And I am going to assume they something along the lines of "Hey that girl's got a Gameboy. She is SO cool. I wish I could be more like herrrrrrr. An inspiration to us all." Yup. That's definitely what they said. NOT "Does that girl seriously have a Gameboy? What is she, four years old? I think there's something wrong with her." They would never say such lies.
After about 20 hours we arrived in St. Petersburg. ITS SOOO GREEN! Holy moly. We are straight up in the forest. Flying in it looked like a autumn day in Narnia. Freakin awesome. Here we met our coordinator, Alla. She is the sweetest lady. Love her. Her English is good enough to understand each other. She has been taking very good care of us. I live in an apartment with three other girls, Meghan, Sydney, and Courtney. All passing my "Rad List." If you don't know what constitutes making the Rad List, you are not on it so don't even bother asking. We are getting along marvelously. It's very rainy here, ergo my hair is FABULOUS. Since when is poofy, frizzy locks, Kramer style, NOT the hottest thing you have ever seen? Even though the temperature is on the nippy side, I have been enjoying it. Autumn doesn't get a turn in Utah. So I like it here.
It's been a busy couple of days. Running around, trying to get things ready for teaching on Monday. I am pretty sure we stick out like sore thumbs. You can definitely tell we are loud obnoxious Americans. REPRESENT! Today we had the pleasure of going to the doctor to get all checked out. First of all, the doctors didn't speak any English. Mostly our conversations consisted of them asking me something in Russia and me replying with the nervous laugh you all know so well. Then they responded with shaking their heads. The first doctor checked out my throat and ears. And boy did he go to town of my ears! He stuck that ear checker thing way the crap into my ear canal. I know it's something you just tell kids to freak them out, but I am pretty sure he actually reached my brain. From what I gathered, I am in tip top shape for those things. Yahoo. The next doctor checked my breathing, organs, and skin. I got to lift up my shirt, spring break style, for that doctor. That's always a good time...I should clarify than none of these procedures were terrible. Just so you know. I am not a wuss. The next procedure was getting blood drawn....and the last one....I would rather not talk about. For discretion's sake, let's just saw I had to swab a place that I never imagined I would have to swab. (On second thought, if anyone has ever "imagined" swabbing that....they are really really sick). I had to go behind this curtain and just drop my drawers. Welcome to Russia. All in all I survived. I pretty much just laughed the whole time. When I left the exam room I said "Spaciba" the the doctor which means Thank you. She looked really confused as to why I would be thanking her for making me swab my hmmhmmhmm. I was just tryin to be polite haha.
I really am loving every second here. I haven't been GREAT at taking pictures. Tomorrow I promise I will start snappin those like no body's biz. So until then...no pictures for you! (Did you read that in the soup Nazi's voice? You better have). I miss and love you all! Hope this blog met your expectations of confusing, ADD, disturbing writing. Because that's all I really know how to do. SO GET USED TO IT. And with that....I must retire to my quarters. Peace and Love :)
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