I can't help have the last name England and not talk about the weather. These days are days of mokra, that wet, lumpy, sludgy brown slush that creeps over your shoes and up your pant legs (maybe stiletto boots are practical afterall). We dance an intricate choreography avoiding pools of swamp water collecting in the streets, downpours of melting snow falling on our heads from rooftops, and surprise splashes from passing trolley buses. But spring slowly is coming!
Besides weather, this entry is dedicated to the trolley bus. Hop on, if you can fit, for 50 kopikas (10 cents), and rumble through the streets packed like sardines. Handfulls of cash get passed up, passenger to passenger, to the driver, and in return, handfulls of bus tickets get passed back, passenger to passenger. Its quite an efficient system...nobody runs off with your money, and nobody hops on without paying. Simple!
Other than those few observations, life is swell. Eric is an excited ball of energy after each class he teaches (his lectures seem to be falling into place like a dream). I'm waiting for some contacts to get back to me: one with a day-center development project for disabled people (in Kyiv), and another possibly with an orphanage here in Chernivtsi. In the meantime, I've been helping Eric organize this library in the Canadian Studies Centre at the university. Tons of books, tons of cataloguing, and tons of typing! The only stresses are knowing that in a few short days, my MCAT mark will be posted....ahhhh! On that note, I'll sign off and see if it has been posted early. bye!
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