My host mom Maria told me yesterday she needed some help carrying a bag of grain, generally a sign of an impending hernia risk for me. I was splitting some wood today when she asked me to come with her. I was pleasantly surprised when we walked just a few doors up to one of my favorite neighbors.
1. They have two giant eagle heads and roses painted on their garage doors. (I will post a picture soon)
2. The lady (Paulina, not exactly her name but it is something like that) is 94 years old and still quite spry and not hesitant to speak her mind.
![My host mom Maria in the snow](https://lostpaddle.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/maria-12-15-in-snow.jpg?w=300&h=225)
My host mom Maria in the snow
![Forrest in Donduseni, before the snow got too deep](https://lostpaddle.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/winter-tree-12-5-12.jpg?w=300&h=225)
Forrest in Donduseni, before the snow got too deep
3. The guy, ( I thought his name was also Paulina for a while, but now I am unsure) Paulina’s son, is about 70, many gold teeth, and loves Jana. Specifically, he loves telling me how beautiful Jana is, and tells me to buy her flowers a lot.
Maria and I go into their house, which is small but tidy, two rooms, no running water, but the soba is hot and they are cooking borscht. It smells very good and the house is toasty. I forget the details exactly, but I ended up drinking a jelly jar half full of moonshine, and eating a slice of bread with a piece of pig fat on it about the size of a deck of cards. I watched Maria sprinkle hers with salt, and bite a raw clove of garlic after the sandwich, and that did help. I couldn’t get through the strip of skin, so I secretly slipped it in my pocket to give the dog later. This was about noon, I tried to get out of all of it, I really did, but I am severely handicapped in the language department. (Although they both spoke a little Romanian, most of this was in Russian, but they were both really excited that I could speak at all)
I was a little queasy and hazy at this point, (is that quazy?) but I remember Paulina going outside with a bucket. She returned in a few minutes with it filled full of flour. It weighed 7 kilos. I felt like a jerk for not helping her, but I had offered, and she does get around remarkably well. They invited me back anytime, which I will definitely take them up on, but I need to figure out a way to turn down the liquor.
After that I went to talk to Igor, my Romanian tutor, and made the mistake of telling him about my lunch, and that I enjoyed it. He laughed and laughed. I meant that I enjoyed the experience, but I’m afraid I am going to be seeing more room temperature fat sandwiches in my future. He did invite me fishing this summer, so that is something to look forward too.
I have had yet another great day. I swear I learn so much that writing these posts could be a full time job. Thanks a bunch for reading this, I appreciate your time and attention.