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Another wedding before God

Warning: this is going to be a detailed description of a girl’s struggle to get herself dressed and arrive at a wedding on time. Guys, sorry to bore you. There are pictures at the end. Girls, read on.

Part I-Finding my way

I was invited to a wedding on Sunday. I decided that I would go to my own church first, change, and go straight to the wedding. This turned out to be a bad idea. First of all, I was totally distracted during worship and messed everything up. Secondly, I had to bring everything with me. I had the wedding present in a huge gift bag, my flute, my purse, songbooks for last-minute rehearsing, my wedding clothes, two pairs of shoes, a snack in case I got hungry, and my camera.

After worship, I went and changed my clothes. Everything was going according to plan. I had plenty of time. Then I packed up and started to walk out of the church building. I could barely walk to the door without staggering under the weight of all my various parcels. How was I going to buy flowers and …

Slow day at the office

I was sitting doing some deskwork today, and it seemed to be lunch hour for our friend Mr.Snail. He was making the rounds...

I actually found it a little gross, to be quite honest.On a happy throat pain!

A mess

The city is a mess right now. Summer repairs are in full gear: roads are torn up; pipes are lying around waiting to be installed; the cold or hot water is turned on and off intermittently.

And today we had a flood. Once again I managed to avoid getting drenched; it rained once while I was in the metro and another time while I was at my destination. On my way home I only had to run a few minutes to and from bus stops, and got wet only as I neared home.

We did have to drive through a river to get to the metro, though. There were cars and people stranded everywhere. Somehow we managed to keep going and the car didn't stall, although I looked down at one point and the water was seeping up under my feet.

I made it home and had a bowl of soup. :)

In other news, we got new mailboxes in our apartment building. I'm not sure if there were ever any to begin with. I've never received mail. The bills get stuffed in the door. It's always interesting, in this city, to watch repairs pop u…


Okay, I promised my Russian hospital experience. Read at your own risk.

First of all, let me tell you that Russian hospitals look a lot different from American hospitals, at first glance. Here are a few differences:

Hallways: U.S.-bright florescent lighting/Russia: dim lighting or lights off to preserve electricity

Main entrance: U.S.-receptionist/Russia-security guard and turnstile

What patients wear: U.S.-hospital gown/Russian-regular/indoor clothes

Footwear: U.S.-??? normal shoes/Russian-slippers or other change of shoes

Anyway, I was at the hospital to have my throat looked at. It had been sore for about 3 weeks. Russians like to scold you for being sick, as if it is your fault. They also scold you for not trying hard enough to get better. Now, I had suffered from a head-cold which I allowed to run its course, thus receiving scolding. The head-cold only lasted about a week, as expected but the sore throat continued. Any time I mentioned it to someone, they asked, “And how are you treati…


Yesterday I spent 6-7 hours total in transit. One trip was to an orphanage outside of the city, one was to the doctor, and one was to Bible study. I'll explain more later. The problem is supposedly with my sinuses, so I'm having some "nasal irrigation" done. Woo hoo! Stay tuned for my impressions of Russian hospitals.

This evening I arrived home fairly early. I ate dinner, washed the dishes, took a shower, and ironed some clothes. So far, so good. Then I sat down at the computer to do some work. Not so good. There was some error with an antivirus program that pops up when I load Outlook, and somehow I clicked on something that prompted Windows Installer to run everytime I loaded a Microsoft Office application. To make a long story short, I couldn't open anything in Outlook. E-mails, addresses, etc. I couldn't find where the archive was. Three-four hours later, Office is reinstalled, minus the Windows Installer but back to the original antivirus message. I loc…

Growing senile

Wait a minute! Those aren't chocolate chips, those are raisins...
In a strange quarter-life crisis moment, I decided to bake a non-chocolate dessert, at 11 pm. These are oatmeal raisin cookies, which at other points in my life had prompted a "blech" response. And suddenly, I chose them over chocolate.

I also halved the recipe, thinking there was no way I would ever eat a whole batch of oatmeal cookies. But now I regret that.

Stormy weather

The traditional scene from the kitchen window, captured at around 10:30 during this evening's thunderstorm. As usual the long-awaited White Nights are already on their way out and I've yet to go for an evening stroll or boat-ride. Maybe next year...

In other news, I'm getting ready to visit a doctor due to a rather persistent sore throat. :(

Washing windows

I think my relationship with my computer is finally growing stale. Due to a headache, I took a little timeout earlier and sat down with a book. And I realized that I had been missing out. I read a lot online, but it is not the same as sitting down and getting lost in a book. Somehow I have had less energy lately for writing, although I have many topics which I hope to address soon.

In the meantime, here's some of what I've been up we washed windows at a local children's hospital. Sveta from church works there and invited us to help. We also met her co-workers, whom she has witnessed to. She requested that we pray for them.

A hospital room:

Lida hard at work.

In the cafeteria.

Hard-earned lunch.

Back to "normal" life

The above photo is supposed to represent the number of people staying in our apartment right now. But I realize that Americans probably use just as many towels for one or two people.:)

There are 5 of us, although yesterday there were 6. One (me) speaking English and Russian, no Serbian. Two speaking Serbian and English, no Russian. Two speaking Russian only. And one lucky (and ambitious) person speaking Russian, English, and Serbian.

What happens when you cross the Serbian/English-only with the Russian-only after a long day of sightseeing? The photos below explain.

It's a good thing that laughter is a universal language!I also made a little video and uploaded it on Youtube.

End of Vladimir

Somehow it has taken me over a week to recount my trip to Vladimir. On the third day of our seminar, we visited another orphanage that has made the transition to patronat families. The orphanage staff and psychologists explained how they find host families and build relationships with them. They have a binder for each family and for each child in need of a family. They also have photo albums of the families that already host children. We were invited to drop in on one of the families briefly.

On our last day, we took a trip to the beautiful destination of Suzdal, which featured a multitude of old Medieval churches nestled in the countryside.

This stained glass is not part of a church, but is displayed in the train/bus station in Vladimir!

One of the sights of Suzdal...

With Marina in the countryside. Now I'm finally caught up. In future posts, I'll be going back to "normal" life, as well as exploring our findings from our trip.