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Published: September 2nd 2007
But that's what my host mom's dog looks like. I kid you not.
Actually folks, I'd love to write a real entry detailing to ups and downs of arriving at an airport that looks like it may fall down any minute, getting picked up by a guy who didn't speak English, who the regailed me in Russian with the wonders of St. Leninsburg, including, I might add, how pot is legal in Russia (it's not) and how Lenin started the revolution by smoking LSD by a lake a sharing it with others (I don't think that's possible), but my host mom is standing outside. All in all, he was a cool guy though and I arrived safely to a town where there were no phone or internet, at least to be found. Orientation was a lot of don't do this, and definitely do do that, mostly focusing on alcohol, and then we went out last night with the Residential Director, so I'm kinda getting mixed messages here.
Again, love to write more, but this is kinda on an as need basis. Basically, here are the facts. I'm alive and well and speaking more Russian than even Alina could fathom. And speaking of which, I met her son's godfather.
Poka rebiata!
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Vanessa
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Russian drug enthusiasts
Un-interesting? Doesn't sound like it. The first thing I thought of was the young Ukrainian guide from Everything is Illuminated picking you up, lol. Hope you're having a good time, your Russian skills are going to kick my ass when I get there! Poka and as always, ni puha ni pera!