My mini “vacation” to Zhanatas is now over and I’m back at it. Zhanatas is a literal ghost town 3.5 hours outside Tapaz. I spent 1 day traveling by train to Taraz, two days with an awesome PCV, Laura, and 1 more day traveling back to Almaty. She let me teach some classes and showed me what life was like as a volunteer. It was awesome! I didn’t take a single picture because if my dad saw where I could be living for the next 2 years he would 1. have a heart attack 2. fly here IMMEDIATELY to take me home. I don’t want either of those to happen so I didn’t take any evidence of my travels : )
Lets see… I ate a greek salad this week. Delicious. It was not real feta cheese, but there was lettuce! Real lettuce.
Its Abby’s birthday this weekend. That equals chocolate cake, coffee, and signing.
Oh and I was teaching Past Simple the other day to a group of 6th graders. (to be—>was) I was like “‘to be’ what does that mean?” blank stares… So I asked my trainer, who speaks Kazakh, what ‘to be’ is in Kazakh…only to find out they don’t have a ‘to be’ verb like we do in English. ha I’m a spaz.
Ok… Over and out