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Between being able to call my mom on Skype pretty easily and keeping up with a lot of other people on Facebook, I don't find myself blogging as much this trip as I have in trips abroad before (and the fact that my keyboard is small and it's easy to accidentally hit the wrong key and delete my post is also off-putting), but I decided it was time for an update.

Teaching is going well. I like my students a lot. Every now and then I'm reminded that they're high schoolers, not college kids, and they're slightly shyer about being quirky than my OU kids (although that may be because my class this past spring epitomized quirky), but their grammar is excellent! And they're generally smart kids who are up on politics and literature (I'm teaching at nerd camp. This makes me happy, because I went to nerd camp once upon a time.).

Last weekend, I got to go to the Hill of Crosses (Google it, it's fascinating), and this weekend, we're taking a trip to Vilnius. Monique, Miranda, and I (two of the other teachers about my age I've gotten to be friends with) are planning to stay in Vilnius two nights instead of one in order to do more sightseeing and go see the final Harry Potter movie. Apparently the movies here are subtitled, not dubbed, which is an improvement over Ukraine.

Today I went to a seamstress and dropped off my dress for Natasha's wedding to get it altered. It will cost me around $10, which I thought was quite good. There was a second-hand store in the same building where everything was 30% off, so I now have a new blue skirt for a little over $4. Second-hand shopping is even more fun in Europe than in the US.

In Y family news, Vitaly and Katya's son David (say it Dah-VEED) was born yesterday (I think), so Viktor and Nadia are now grandparents and I think I'm an honorary aunt. Also, Vlada and her boyfriend Kolya are now engaged and planning a wedding for mid-August. I'm torn between being very happy for them (Kolya's a good guy...he passes my big-sisterly inspection), wishing that they'd waited a bit longer until Vlada had a year or so of college (she just finished high school), and being a bit sad that there is no way I can go to the wedding, since I will already be in the US and can't change my return date, as I have a wedding to be a bridesmaid in the weekend after I get back. Such is life, and there are still 10 more Y family weddings that I can try and be there for after this one.

Understatement of the day

From a student's writing: "[Poland] is located in central Europe which was very inconvenient during the II World War."

Well, yes, I suppose it was inconvenient.

Sunday and Monday highlights

Yesterday Monique and I went to the Russian-speaking service for the Klaipeda Evangelical Baptist Church. I was curious how it compared to Ukrainian Baptist services. The general feel was the same, although it was a very small congregation--only about 2o people, most of them elderly. I'm not sure if this is because church attendance is generally low here, Russian is being replaced by Lithuanian as the younger generation's language, or if the church is more traditional than younger people here want. That said, everyone was very friendly and welcoming. Several people were originally (30-40 years ago) from Ukraine and told me I speak Russian with a nice Ukrainian accent. :) Monique was warmly blessed in Russian by an old lady who gripped her hands tightly and didn't realize that she didn't speak English. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it back there again this summer, as there's another congregation in town I'd like to visit, but it was a good experience.

Teaching began today--so far, I have 16 students, 4 boys and 12 girls. 11 are Lithuanian, 2 are Polish, 1 is Latvian, and 2 are Russian--one from Kaliningrad, the Russian oblast that's on the Baltic and separated from Russia by Belarus, and one who is originally from Ukraine but lives in Moscow. One is an elementary school teacher and the rest are high school students.

I always get quirky students, and this summer appears to be no exception. I had the students write a description of themselves, and one student included this: "All I need from this life are friends, nature, and dangerous situation like survival on unknown island full of coconuts."

Well really, what more DO you need?

Riga

I had half a post about my Riga trip this past weekend typed out and then Blogger ate it (blasted laptop keyboard that's too small and makes me hit the wrong buttons). So instead, here are the highlights.



~Pelmeni are delicious. The world needs more pelmeni restaurants, particularly with the same low prices found in Riga (for pelmeni, that is...other things seemed a bit expensive).



~Art Nouveau architecture. Greek mythology on crack on a building. Lots of it.



~The Occupation Museum. It fascinates me how the Soviet Union lasted as long as it did being made up of such disparate countries. The Baltics seem quite different from Ukraine, and I assume that the Central Asian countries are also quite different.

~The Museum of the Latvian Popular Front. To quote Miranda, my travel buddy for the weekend, "You know you're a special kind of nerd when they have to unlock the museum for you."

~Just wandering around the Old Town.

Now to post this before Blogger eats it again!

Lithuania--first impressions

There will probably be at least one more Ukraine post at some point in the next week or so, but I figured it was time to catch you all up on life in Klaipeda, Lithuania.

Klaipeda is a city on the Baltic Sea. For many years, it was the German port city of Mermel, but now it's Lithuanian and (as far as I can tell) few vestiges of its German past remain. I haven't seen the sea yet, but we're going there tonight for a worship service on the beach.

LCC International University, where I'm teaching this summer, is very nice. It's a Christian liberal arts college, and as far as I know, it's the only one of its kind in the former Soviet Union (Donetsk Christian University, where I taught several years ago, does more theological training, whereas LCC offers more degrees in humanities, social science, and business). They've got great facilities, very up-to-date looking, especially for Eastern Europe, and a wonderful selection of resources and technology.

There are around 40(?) teachers here for the Summer Language Institute from Canada and the United States, ranging from college students to retirees. My roommate, Linda, is a semi-retired nurse from Vancouver who has lived in Ethiopia and Egypt and travelled extensively. Several of the teachers are professors or high school teachers back home, and a few of us are ESL instructors by profession. The two people I've gotten to know the most so far are Monique, another MSU MA TESOL grad who I met last summer, and Miranda, a PhD student at Baylor University. Miranda and I are headed to Riga, Latvia tomorrow, and we're pretty excited.

General observations about Klaipeda/Lithuania:

~The biggest difference, outside of standard of living, that I've seen between Ukraine and Lithuania is their attitude towards the past. Ukraine, while they generally don't want to go back to being part of the Soviet Union, doesn't look at Communism as something that was done to them, but rather was something that they were part of. Lithuania, on the other hand, has monuments commemorating the people the Soviets deported to Siberia and plaques that mention the 50+year Soviet occupation from the 1940s until the early 1990s.

~I get around here pretty well with Russian (the most), English (occasionally), and about five words of Lithuania (in an attempt to be polite and culturally appropriate). When Monique and I got our SIM cards for our phones, the guy used English with us but fell back to Russian when he didn't know the word.

~There is a line of grocery stores here called Iki (pronounced icky, although the food is quite good). They're very nice and extensively stocked. I could get spoiled and am trying to resist the sweets. :)

~However, our dormitory is a good 25-minute walk from the university, so the occasional sweet probably won't do me in. My calves might.

~I have hot water and Internet here. Really, what more does a girl need?

Belated Ukraine Post #3--Random Kid Stories

[Note: This is a post I wrote a week or so ago and am just now getting around to posting now that I have Internet in my dorm room at LCC. It describes my first weekend in Ukraine.

1) Ruslan, age 13, ate 10 ice cream bars on Sunday (here, it’s very common to buy individually wrapped ice cream bars, much more so than buying a bucket—or in this case, a plastic bag of bulk ice cream). I don’t know whether to be impressed or horrified.

2) When I packed for the summer, I packed quite a few pairs of earrings (at my friend Lena’s insistence :)). However, I noticed that most of the young women connected to church here don’t have pierced ears, and I wasn’t sure of the church’s stance on the issue, so I hadn’t worn them. Valera, age 13, said to me one day, “You have pierced ears. Why don’t you wear earrings?” When I explained that I wasn’t sure if it would be looked on favorably, he assured me that Inna and Alina, his cousins who attend our church, wear earrings, so it would be fine if I did.

I wore earrings to church on Sunday. On Sunday afternoon, Yan (age 8/9) came up to me, clearly distraught. “Miss Sally, you’re wearing earrings! You’re not supposed to!” “I’m not?” I asked, bewildered. “No! God said we’re not supposed to.” Still not sure what the actual church belief here is, but I’ve decided, in the interest of not confusing small children with varying notions of what’s acceptable, to wait until Lithuania for my earrings. :)

[Update, courtesy of Olya, an older cousin: Apparently the church technically doesn’t believe in wearing earrings, but since Inna and Alina are the pastor’s beloved granddaughters, no one’s going to say anything. Still think I’ll save my earrings for Lithuania.]

3) Ihor (age 8/9) asked me, “How are you related to us?” I attempted to explain that I wasn’t technically a relation but that I considered them all part of my family.

“I think you’re like our sister,” he said, “or maybe a cousin. I feel like you’re part of our family.”

It’s nice to be loved.

4) Valera (age almost 14 and don’t you forget it) asked me and Melanie if we were going to get up early enough on Sunday morning to catch the early bus to church with him. I told him no, we were tired because we had stayed up until 2 a.m. the previous night catching up on a year’s worth of conversation.

“2 a.m.! What Egyptian strength!” he responded with fervor.

“Egyptian strength? What on earth is that?” I replied, confused.

“Haha, you just swore!”

“You said it first,” I pointed out.

“No, I didn’t. I don’t swear.” (Said very piously.)

Mel and I were utterly baffled by Egyptian strength (I realized partway through Mel’s visit that perhaps I have more patience with Valera than most people, as Mel got to the point where she would flee to the other room with a book when he would come in and start talking away in Ukrainian using his outdoor voice), so we decided to ask my friend Nataliya about it when we went to her house for tea.

“Egyptian strength? I have no idea,” she said. “Maybe it’s a Biblical reference about the Israelites as Egyptian slaves…?”

So we’re all baffled, but apparently it’s not anything profane.

Belated Ukraine Post #2--Weekend Recap

[Note: This is a post I wrote a week or so ago and am just now getting around to posting now that I have Internet in my dorm room at LCC. It describes my first weekend in Ukraine.]

Saturday afternoon the three middle schoolers (Liza, Ruslan, and Valera), Vlada, and I went to church for a “spivka”, which more or less literally translates into “singing thing” and means “choir practice”. Several other teens and preteens, including some of the Y’s cousins, were there as well. Inna, one of the cousins, is getting married in a month, and Stas, her fiancé, was being presented to the church on Sunday, so Inna wanted us to learn two Christian love songs in Russian. We spent the better part of two hours doing so. Hopefully I’ll be able to sing them again for some other occasion. It seems a waste to have spent so much time on them for only one rendition.

Saturday night, Vlada and I went to the young people’s meeting for one of the other churches in town. There was a lot of singing, which I liked, and then we all had to go around and say what we’d been reading in our daily devotions and what God had shown us through it, which I liked less. I’m not opposed to sharing (although I’d been reading in Jeremiah and it was pretty bleak)—it’s more that I dislike being the center of attention among people who I mostly don’t know while speaking a foreign language. Vlada reassured me afterwards that I did fine. We read a psalm, had a short discussion (I was a silent participant), and then we sang some more.

Vlada had us hightail it out of there as soon as it ended in order to meet up with Kolya, her boyfriend, when he got out of work (he works at one of the TWO, count them TWO supermarkets in town…I remember when there weren’t ANY). He walked us home (it was after 11 p.m. by this point) and then came in for sandwiches and tea and getting acquainted. He is 23, one of ten children, had to drop out of school to take care of his family after his father died but finished night school, loves sport, and is active in his church. So far I approve of him (he and Vlada are pretty serious), but I’m glad to see that they appear to be waiting a bit longer before they get married. (Young marriage here is very common. Prolonged singleness—past, say 24—is not. I’ve been bemused by how often I run into people I knew in my Peace Corps days and the first thing they ask me after “How are you?” is “So are you married yet?”)

Sunday morning we all got spiffed up and headed to church (via multiple taxis, since the Y van is sadly a thing of the past). Church is much how I remember it—full of babushki (old women, literally “grandmothers”), kids who are all taller than they used to be, and lots of music. It’s definitely a singing sort of church, which I dearly love. Valera and I sang a special (it’s a Ukrainian hymn entitled “How Blessed and Happy am I”, which I doubt any of you know), there was a lot of other special music, and we sang our songs for Inna and Stas without any major hiccups (and managed to hit our high notes, of which there were many).

[Note of Interest #1: While at the church on Friday for music practice (Valera had wanted an extra music practice for our special, or maybe just wanted to mess with the sound system), I had been looking through a list of church members from 2008. A third of the members were born before the end of the Great Patriotic War, as World War II is referred to here. I am amazed at the amount of history they’ve lived through. The oldest church member at this point, in 2011, is 90 years old, which means she was born in 1921, just after the Russian Revolution and the beginnings of the USSR. She prays aloud at every single church service for the youth of the church (and many other things as well), and ends each prayer with “Praise and glory, a hundred thousand times, a hundred thousand times!”.]

[Note of Interest #2: Inna and Stas knew each other two weeks before they were engaged. They met at a Christian camp and it was apparently love at first sight. All I can say is, “Wow.” [Later update after I gained more information: Apparently their families have known each other a long time and they actually met once four years ago. Still, wow.]]

After church, Vitaly and Katya invited Olya (their cousin, age 22), Valera (who shadows me perpetually and should get his own blog post soon), and me over for lunch. They live in the apartment building next to the one I lived in during my Peace Corps days. We had a nice time, looking at their wedding photo album and a DVD of pictures from a trip they took to Kyiv the winter after they were married. Katya, Olya, and I had a lovely time discussing various weddings we’ve attended, while Vitaly just looked tired (he works 24-hour shifts at his current job, but I didn’t catch what it is, irregular days each week, and had gotten off of work right before church) and Valera was baffled how we could find this such an interesting topic of conversation (as I said before, Valera, who is almost 14 and doesn’t let you forget that his birthday is in three weeks, will get his own post), as he doesn’t ever plan to get married. (I keep threatening to remind him of this in a few years.)

In the evening, I went to the evangelical church in Novoselivka, which is the neighborhood where the school I taught in was, in order to see a variety of friends and acquaintances whom otherwise it would be difficult to catch. (See my upcoming post on Balaklia churches for more explanation about the Novoselivka church.) Valera, Ruslan, and Liza decided to all go with me, of course, and I insisted we set out a bit early in order to find good places to sit and maybe be able to borrow a hymnal off of someone (in Ukraine, you take your own hymnal to church, and in the interest of saving space, I had packed my Ukrainian hymnal but not my Russian one). The kids thought we should take the shortcut, the name of which apparently translates as “the Onion” (for reasons I know not why), which is a dirt path that cuts back through the fields (onion fields? they didn’t appear to be). Almost all the way through the Onion, I managed to trip and fall, scraping my knee worse that I’ve done in years (perhaps since the time I rode the Y kids’ scooter five years ago and attempted to turn while going uphill on cement; both they and I still remember the experience, and the scar is still faintly visible).

Since we were most of the way through the Onion and I knew I wouldn’t have another chance to go to services in Novoselivka, I rejected Ruslan’s concerned suggestion that we turn back and instead, we stopped at the Ks’ house. The Ks attend the Novoselivka church, I taught several of their eight children in school, and the oldest daughter, Natasha, is a friend of mine. Also a point in their favor, Viktor, the father, is a doctor, and Guisella, the mother, was trained as a nurse. Viktor had already left for church, but Guisella patched me up and kids in tow, I continued on my way.

So much for getting there early—instead, we were about five minutes late. I joined Tanya and Lilia, a couple of the young married women about my age, who were sitting in the back. Each of them had a stroller with a baby girl inside, and both of them appeared to once again be pregnant. There were a lot of small children at church, most of whom sort of wandered in and out. The Y kids were in the pew in front of me, and despite the excessive heat (it was probably in the upper 80s, there were no fans or air conditioning, and very few windows were open), they did pretty well. Valera sat attentively and listened, while Ruslan and Liza only left a few times. However, the entire pew was full of kids, and I kept worrying that the wooden slats across the back of the pew were going to come loose and the entire pew was going to come apart. Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

Needless to say, between the heat, the small children, and my worries about the children’s pew, I didn’t get much out of the service. However, I did accomplish my goal of connecting with some old acquaintances. This post has now gotten ridiculously long, so herein ends the story of my weekend.