Hey guys,
I have some time in between doing laundry and my events for the night so I figured I'd do a little fireside chat.
As you can tell the clothes dryer hates me. No, it has no known affiliation with sock monster; it is just confused. It's called a dryer but doesn't seem to know how to dry clothes. It is a peculiar object and three times smaller than the ones at my university. I think it maybe questioning its purpose in life. Who knows?
Today was pretty warm, the weather website claimed that it was above 30 F today! I actually did not have to wear gloves when I went outside!
So what is it like? Um it's hard to explain. Imagine Boston with it's quaint little wooden houses intermingled with huge gray cardboard boxes and you have Estonian architecture! There are tons of "malls" here. To make it easier for the walking consumer stores are grouped in single buildings. I haven't really seen a store that is by itself. Although you must bring your own bags to carry your purchases home or buy plastic bags at the store.
I really have no clue what to chat about my dears. What would you like to know? ?
xoxo
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
First Entry....and Not Much to Say
Hey guys,
If you find yourself while reading this particular entry, trying to crave a ravenous hunger with rice pudding from Harris Teeter and listening to British rap star Breezy wondering why anyone would mention George Foreman in a song, well, then we're soul mates because that is what I am doing while I compose this.
As you probably know, I will be spending the semester in Europe in a little country named Estonia. It's situated next to Russia and below Finland. Don't worry if you didn't know where it is, most people don't. Just to save you from googling the place and being exposed to its mail order bride system, I am going to provide a few interesting tidbits. People there like mushrooms almost as much as I do. Seals live there. The Estonians revolted against the communistic USSR by singing. And believe it or not they speak Estonian (a language of which I only know a few words). Oh, it snows there a lot, too.
Since it is so snowy, I am dreading packing because I am determined to have only one suitcase. As of right now, I have many tank tops, a few scarves, and two pairs of boots; however, the majority of my suitcase belongs to a myriad of Rick Steves travel paraphernalia.
So that's about it. I'll get back to you while I'm in Stockholm.
xoxo
If you find yourself while reading this particular entry, trying to crave a ravenous hunger with rice pudding from Harris Teeter and listening to British rap star Breezy wondering why anyone would mention George Foreman in a song, well, then we're soul mates because that is what I am doing while I compose this.
As you probably know, I will be spending the semester in Europe in a little country named Estonia. It's situated next to Russia and below Finland. Don't worry if you didn't know where it is, most people don't. Just to save you from googling the place and being exposed to its mail order bride system, I am going to provide a few interesting tidbits. People there like mushrooms almost as much as I do. Seals live there. The Estonians revolted against the communistic USSR by singing. And believe it or not they speak Estonian (a language of which I only know a few words). Oh, it snows there a lot, too.
Since it is so snowy, I am dreading packing because I am determined to have only one suitcase. As of right now, I have many tank tops, a few scarves, and two pairs of boots; however, the majority of my suitcase belongs to a myriad of Rick Steves travel paraphernalia.
So that's about it. I'll get back to you while I'm in Stockholm.
xoxo
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