There Are No Sensitive Butts In Moldova.

Today was the first time we had our lessons in Cojusna. It’s in the village’s high school. It was not the most comfortable thing sitting in chairs that are meant for younger children for the 4-hour lesson. I guess I’ll get use to it.

After my lessons, my host family took me to pick strawberries. Even though we can do this in the states, I never had. It was gorgeous, and the strawberries were so very tasty. I don’t know if I’ll need any dinner tonight. The best strawberries were getting hit with the sun, so they were warm and would melt in my mouth as I ate them. There was a thunder storm in the distance, but I seemed to be the only one concerned. I guess they’re use to it in Moldova. After all, it has rained every afternoon that I have been here.

I love the view from my window. I get to see it every time I sit down to write. It’s a little escape from reality. My time in Moldova reminds me of Under The Tuscan Sun. There is going to be a lot of hard times and feeling of loneliness, but there is lots of beauty in the scenery and the people.

I also hung out with Diana and 2 of her friends. Her friends don't know English as well, and they had a much harder time finding what to say than Diana and Daniel do. The best part was when they told me that I was boring, when they meant that I was bored since I didn’t know Romanian as well. At least, I hope they meant that I was bored. And they want to me to go to the disco in Chisinau next Saturday. I actually want to go to the disco eventually, but I don’t feel comfortable enough with my Romanian to relax and enjoy myself while I am there. Hopefully in a couple of months. Despite our difficulty in understanding each other, they were very pleasant and understanding of my Romanian handicap.