One Month

So, I've been here for a month, now. I can't believe it. I feel like I should be fluent in the language by now, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. ;) I know I've learned a lot since I came here . . . grammar . . . grammar . . . some words . . . grammar. But it's all good. My listening skills have improved, certainly-- and every day is a humbling experience.

We played a secret friend game with the Russians in our dorm . . . wrote our names on paper, drew names and had to sneakily leave them presents over the next five days. I got an awesome display on the outside of my door, a pen made of wood, and some pretty excellent-smelling incense. It was fun, and we had our "reveal party" last night, where we all brought our gifts to show, and found out who our "Secret Friend" was. These parties always include music, food and tea . . .Who's complaining?

In honor of my one-month anniverary in Russia (and Joseph, this is for you especially (pictures to follow)) I have decided to end my intercultural social experiment of not shaving my legs since I've been here. The hair's coming off. Over the course of this social experiment, I've observed that this practice is more acceptable and popular among the older generation; although I have seen my share of furry-legged 20-somethings, too. But all good things must come to an end, and I can't stand seeing my legs anymore. What did I learn from this? Not much. I'm just left with general speculations. Such as "Now I know why tights are popular here," and "No, I don't think that leaving the hair on your legs provides any extra insulation."

Service projects start soon . . . I can't wait and I'll keep you up to date!! For now, a 4-pager and then the weekend in Vladimir and Souzdal!