Story Time…..6 stories all told in seven sentences or less

Ice Cream Story: When you come to Russia next time…remember to eat ice cream on the coldest day possible. Because that’s what the Russians do. When in Russia.

Banana Story: I got a banana from a Babushka at church. She didn’t speak any English and I don’t really know Russian all that well. But she asked me if I wanted a banana. After I told her for the third time that I don’t speak Russian…she understood and just opened up her purse and offered me a banana. I like bananas, and I didn’t want to reject her gift, so I took the banana, smiled and said thank you in Russian. We stood there with very little to say…me just holding my new soft brown banana…and she holding her bag with one less banana...

Almost dying Story: It happens everyday when I cross the street. Everyday, every street.

Email Story: So there’s this boy. I was ‘warned’ about him by my school administrator. She told me that he might flirt with me and just to ‘watch out’ for that. So of course I was on look out. (whatever that means….) I guess I was assuming that this flirting would happen in person…but I just got an email from him. He said he wants to be my pan-pal. How sweet…more like…how hilarious!

Drunk man Story: So the worst thing you can say to a drunk man is that you don’t speak Russian. Because then they ask what you speak and you say English and then they just want to keep talking to you. If only I knew that key factor before I used my famous line, “ya ne gavaro pa rooskie.” I even followed the lead of my Russian friend and just ignored him….but he only got louder and closer. We got on the bus, and luckily he got kicked off. Welp, now I know.

Public Urination Story: It’s not a big deal here. Enough said.

and for all of you who have been asking me about more pictures...they are on their way.