January is such a depressing month.
Just when I think it can’t possibly get any colder, January shows up and laughs in my face. Its actually snowing as I type this. Big, fat, fluffy things falling from the sky…This awful month needs to be over. I’m not used to wearing so many pairs of socks at the same time. I’m beginning to forget what my own feet look like. Weird, right? I miss flip flops…
Speaking of feet…my trusty black YakTraks broke (well...one of them broke and I somehow lost one on a marshuka…I’m still unclear as to how that actually happened). Peace Corps gave me another pair but this time, they’re florescent orange (think traffic cone). Fantastic. Unfortunately, they don’t glow in the dark but they are, however, light reflective. People can see me coming a mile away. All I’m missing is a matching helmet and wrist guards. Somehow I don’t think this is increasing my cool factor. I’m pretty sure I heard a Kyrgyz kid yell ‘look at the crazy lady,’ in the bazaar the other day.
In addition, my iPod tragically died. Which makes marshuka rides in general more painful. I’m having my family put a new one in the next package they send, which will be strategically hidden in a tampon box. Hopefully it makes it.
In other news… my English classes at school don’t actually start until the end of this month but I’ve been keeping busy with clubs and such. I just started teaching a conversational class at a school in Bishkek called Linga. It’s a lot of fun since the kids are really motivated to learn.
Those are pretty much the only updates for now. As you can tell I lead a very…thrilling life here in Kyrgyzstan. Yesterday I even got crazy with my ramon dinner. I added carrots AND a fried egg. I’m like the poster child for livin’ life on the edge.
