Yes I know, I know. I get it. I’m terrible about updating my blog. Something tells me that apologizing for a lack of updates will be a common occurrence, but on the bright side, well, ok, I can’t think of anything witty to throw in there, so we’ll just leave it at just an apology.
In any case, I’ll bet you’re wondering what the title of this post is all about. First I’ll start with packages. I just got back from a two-week training session in my old training village, near Chisinau (The Capital). While there, to my delight, I received two packages, and a letter from three of my favorite women in the world. I’ll mention packages in chronological order, of when they arrived, so as not to play favorites. 😛
First, a package from my mother, from when she was in Israel! It contained all sorts of sweets from the Holy Land, and even a jar of peanut butter…toda roba Ema! Next, I received a birthday card from Grandma! Thanks Grandma! It was very sweet, and I showed it to everyone in the Peace Corps lounge :-). Last, but most certainly not least, was the package from my sister. To say that I have the best sister in the world, is an understatement. I mean, check out the picture of the items she sent! (See pictures at bottom of post)
I know what you’re thinking; no, those purses in the photo are not for me! They were from my sister in the US, to my sisters in Moldova. They were ecstatic, and Rachel, you’re totally invited to stay with us in Moldova now. Even more exciting was the peanut butter and items to make rice crispy treats. My sisters here nearly screamed when they saw those items. Next, notice the BBQ sauce. The timing could not have been better to receive some BBQ sauce, as I came home from Chisinau around 6pm, and a nice frigarui “bbq meat” dinner was waiting for me.
So, once again, thank you Ema, Grandma, and Rachel! I was lucky to receive these packages, but that isn’t where my luck ended. I went in to work the next day, after being gone in training for two weeks, and celebrated my birthday (belated) with my co-workers! It was great! I received flowers, a nice coffee cup, and we had all sorts of snacks! Notice, I’m the only guy in my department ;-). You’ll also notice how nice my office is, and how much work we have to do. All of those folders represent cases of our beneficiaries, and that those aren’t even all of them.
Fast forward a day, and I find myself at a “masa”, which in Romanian means table, and in reality means a party. In Moldova, that usually means there will be some drinking involved…sorry Grandma! :-P. The alcohol choice of the night was “Tzoika”, which is essentially moonshine…er, at least what I imagine moonshine would taste like. It is home-made, very strong, and pretty rough going down; however, it did make for an entertaining evening! The food was fantastic. Especially the reddish thing I have pictured. It was a dish consisting of potatoes, herring, mayo, and what tasted like beets. I’m assuming the red stuff came from the beets. Nevertheless, it was awesome. It’s supposedly a Russian dish called “Shuba”.
After the party, we walked home, and I went promptly to bed. Oh wait, no I didn’t! Instead I went down into the cellar, where the wine, juice, and all the pickled goods are stored, and had a glass of wine with host dad. We chit chatted about viata (life), fetele (women, and of course, mincare (food). What a night!
Alright, that’s all for now. I’ll try to write again soon!