Pinkish Haze All in My Brain

My dearest U.S. of A, why didn't you say anything to me about International Women's Day? You left it up to Wikipedia to tell me that it started on your soil and is now celebrated by women (and men) all over the world EXCEPT in the United States? I'm disappointed. I'm also disappointed that I didn't do some kind of

women's rights seminar or something. My woman's day was filled with dancing, bonding with my female colleagues, watching wonderful performances by my students at School 16, and watching some of the AFI's top 100 films "of all time." 

I have a confession to make, though--I used the fact that it was woman's day to not do something. I asked Logan to do all the shopping for dinner that night so I could relax and sit like any normal woman would sit on the couch. But, if I wasn't being so womanly on the couch, I wouldn't have missed an interesting site on the streets of Melitopol. Apparently, there was a pinkish haze, like a fog, hovering in the air. When I asked Logan what it smelled like, he said "It didn't smell right." Anyways, a few days later, a student of Logan's said that he wasn't feeling well because of a strange radiation cloud/sand/storm that hit the city. Yikes.

So, what do I get for abusing my womanly powers on woman's day? Well, I tell you what I don't get. I don't get to become the womanly mutant super hero of all our womanly dreams because I missed out on that pinkish haze. I haven't lost all hope, though. Let's just say my kids are going to be awesome...and 10 times better than x-men.

Moldovan Valentine Wine

On Valentines Day, I traveled to Kiev and Moldova with a number of Peace Corps Volunteers to take the first step towards fixing our Ukrainian Visas. After 22 train hours and 28 bus hours, I was back in my little city of Melitopol.  Here are some pictures and a few words about my Moldovan adventure.
I should have posted these a while ago so things could have been fresh in my mind. I was lazy and I'm still lazy now because it's middle March and so many things have happened that I haven't written about. I'll try to recap things in my next post. But y'all know you like looking at pictures!

Finally, after sleeping a bit on the bus, I woke up, took a quick classic (and obligatory) shot of my fellow sleeping bus riders, and looked out the window to admire the rolling hills and sparkling snow in Moldova.

History Museum of Moldova: Doors to World War II.

History Museum of Moldova: Logan's War

History Museum of Moldova: Battle Scene

St. Volodomir Cathedral: Swept Steps

St. Volodomir Cathedral: Frankincense and Light

St. Volodomir Cathedral: Admiration

St. Volodomir Cathedral: Frankincense II  

Placinta (Meat Pie) and Vareniky in Moldova.

     

Me, as a red-headed well-balanced Moldovan Wine.

Man trapped in wine bottle. SOS.