Ziua Independenței a Republicii Moldova

Today is Moldova's Independence day and on top of all the celebrations happening within the country there is also some recognition to the holiday to be found on the internet on googles website.

In other news this is my last week of vacation before I had back to school for my last year. Time is just flying by.

Kazenaki and Puppies

As has happened every time I have spent any time away from Moldova my stomach has once again went in rebellion against food. Luckily I don't feel sick I just have zero appetite and just thinking about food (or bus travel) makes me nauseous. So in light of this I am no longer going to be helping with the Summer School this week and instead I will hopefully be getting down to work preparing for the new school year and trying to relearn Romanian since I feel like I have taken another giant regressive leap backward in terms of my speaking ability after my Ukraine trip.

On the brighter side there are quite a few things that have been making my days a little easier...one of which being the fact that I havent actually been to work since May 31st...Another is these two little rascals...

They are the newest additions to my household, at least until my host mother's grandson goes back to Turkey. On the food side of things my favorite snack food has made a reappearance.

It's called Kazenaki and basically it is sunflower seeds and honey. Very simple but absolutely delicious. You can find them at every corner store during the summer but apparently they are a seasonal thing since in a few weeks they will disappear again until next year. I nearly forgot about them until I saw them in a store a few days ago and felt bad that I might have missed out of some opportunities to have had some earlier. 

And lastly, I received a package from home with a few more dress pants to even out my professional wardrobe and also a much needed Mac power cord. Mac's are basically unheard of in Moldova so finding a replacement powercord would have taken a lot of searching and a great deal of money.

Summer Camps Make Amazing Vacations

So what did you do in the last three weeks?

Nothing special?

Climb any mountains? Spend time at the beach? Dance in front of an audience? No? Well I did.

 In case you aren't in the know for the past three weeks I have been working with a Moldovan organization called Clipa Siderala which tries to improve the lives of orphans by giving them the opportunity to spend time at a summer camp in the Crimea free of charge. In the past the organization  worked only with orphans but now it has begun raising money by running the  summer camps for cost for Moldovans that can afford it and using any profit it collects to run the summer camp for the orphans. The actual camp is called Sparta and is actually held on the grounds of a public school in the little town of Krasnakamenka. The school allows Clipa Siderala to run the camp on their property during the summer when school is not in session and in exchange the Sparta camp helps the school with repairs and what not.

As for the camp the first few days were like a whirlwind. As if an un-air-conditioned 15 hour bus ride wasn't bad enough as soon as we arrived we were immediately thrown into the mix of things, visiting the Black Sea, athletic competitions, public presentations on stage, visiting the nearby city of Yalta, and climbing a mountain all within the first few days. But once the routine starts everything calms down a lot to the point that I thought the end would never come and when I thought back to living in Moldova it seemed like a lifetime ago. But no matter how exhausted I was most of the time it was always worth it. Like when I swam to a nearby island when we visited the Black Sea for the first time right after our bus ride. I might not have slept at all during that ride and my legs were jello afterward (approximately a kilometer there and back) but the view from the island looking back at the mainland was breathtaking. Another fun adventure is when we left late in the evening to climb a nearby mountain from which the town gets it name and watch the sun set and then after a short nap we climbed a second mountain to watch the sun rise (the taller mountain was about 600 meters and we started near sea-level).

On top of all of the fun things I was able to do and see I was also lucky to meet so many new people, such as another Peace Corps Volunteer who is working in Ukraine and we got to compare notes on our assigned countries and basically came to the conclusion that they are nearly the same country just with different languages. Also working at the camp were some conselors from places like Azerbaijan, Czech Republic, Hungary, and Bulgaria. Although most of the counselors and campers were from Moldova and overwhelmingly they all lived in Chisinau, the capital. To make matters even more interesting most of them only spoke Russian with maybe a little English. In combination with all of the shop keepers and such also speaking Russian I felt like I was back and PST and had to learn a new language in order to communicate and go through my everyday functions. But the good news is that Russian no longer scares me and I hope to study it a little more seriously, who knows maybe I'll make a trip to Russia during my Christmas break. Only problem being Americans need a visa (an expensive visa)…I've never needed a visa to visit another country before. Sounds like a lot of work…


PS: I'm running off again to help with a Summer School in another village and I'm not sure if I will have internet connection...If not I'll back next week.

Summer Camp in Ukraine

I am having the time of my life in Ukraine, although I don't have regular access to the internet and my living conditions are slightly lower than they were in Moldova. But the view is worth it. In a constant state of exhaustion from everything we have been doing. Hiking mountains, swimming, rock climbing, obstacle courses. But all the kids mostly only speak Russian and pretty good English so my Romanian gets me no where but the good news is that I'm learning so much Russian. Wish me luck for the next two weeks!

New train

My commute to Chisinau is about to become a whole lot easier and way more comfortable. All because of this... Primul tren renovat in Romania va circula de saptamana viitoare


Yes, that's right. Moldova has a new train and it will start running next week. And not only will it take me to Chisinau quicker but it will also supposedly have access to the internet as well as televisions, though I assume that will be in a higher class train car...yes, that's right, it will have different class train cars. But of course with a newer train comes higher prices and the article mentions an increase of 30% over the current prices. Which if this is to be believed would bring my current fare of 17 lei to about 22 lei with the new train. However, this still far cheaper than taking a bus which cost about 50 lei. (12 lei=1 dollar)


Unfortunately, even though it appears that it should start running by next week they still haven't worked out the new schedule. Hopefully everything has been worked out by next Thursday which is the next time I plan on heading to Chisinau and while I look forward to riding the new train I am looking forward a lot more to what awaits me in Chisinau.... a bus to take me to Ukraine. I have sent in all of my paperwork and I have set time and date for my departure and barring anything tragic I should be enjoying myself in the Ukraine this time next week and will be there for the next three weeks working with a summer camp with Moldovan students. Things seem to be going pretty well for the moment.

I got to meet the new train in person in June while I was waiting on my quite older train to take me to Bucharest so I could start my amazing France/UK vacation.

Celebrating the Fourth and an unwelcome visitor

For me the Fourth of July passed by rather quietly and I might not have noticed at all if my host mother hadn't mentioned it to me in passing that it was America's Independence day. It is always weird for me to have holidays that I always celebrate every year just pass by unnoticed while I am here in Moldova. But don't worry. Even though I might have missed celebrating the Fourth of July on the fourth. I did get around to celebrating it on Saturday. The same party as was organized last year with lots of Americans, food, music, and games. Made for a great excuse to not only get out of my village but to meet up with lots of volunteers, including a lot of the newbies that I haven't gotten to meet yet. This year the party was a lot more fun because I wasn't recovering from food poisoning, however, I guess as a sort of irony this year I got my food poisoning immediately after the party was over. As I headed out with a friend back to the hostel for the night I could feel my body ready to commit mutiny and it took all the will power I had to hold it off until after the trolley ride. 

This now being my second year in country I can now count this as my first sickness of my second year of service and it came about almost a year to the day from my first sickness. I hope it isn't a sign of things to come because if so this is my fourth illness overall meaning I could be looking forward to another two more bouts of sickness before I finally make it back to America. Let's hope thats not the case.

Of course hope is pretty much all I can do seeing as how I seem to be unable to avoid catching food poisoning no matter how careful I am. And no matter how many times I catch it it never gets any easier.  Nothing but misery as long as it last and not much helps to take your mind away from it even though I've tried. 

But anyway, speaking of illness, people always ask me in Moldova do I miss America. And my answer is always "not really." Which is usually not the answer they were expecting. But its the truth. Out of sight, out of mind. And at this point I have grown accustomed to Moldova and have hardly had any homesickness for America...hardly any...other than the times I am sick. And when Im sick almost all of my thoughts revolve around America and more specifically me hopping on the next plane out of Moldova and coming back to America. I guess deep down no matter how much I feel at home in Moldova, there really is no place like "home."

Learning Russian?