Lost in Translation
Do-bra-ye U-tra (good morning)
Some blogs are a bit disjointed. Some are me some are where when and how I am able blog. WiFi and Date are magic; now you have it now you don't. Last last few were created on the move. From the train while the data signal zoomed in and out, started one on the platform the train appeared and there was no way I was giving up my place in the herd to finish the message.
Going through accreditation checks, bus and train station line ups is like being in a unidirectional Moshe pit (spelling, but you get the idea), the order is no order. There are many Unidirectional Moshe pit divers, at first I was annoyed seeing them slither up the line, we Canadians can be too polite, then I tried to block them now I try to compete with them. It is the Olympic after all. I have already won a bronze metal running for a train. It could have been silver but that darn Sandra caught me near the finish line. My excuse is too much cabbage, if I sneezed while running is could have been all over... literally.
Had my first Russian beer and a Russian vodka chaser. All of a sudden my Russian got better, well the exaggerated hand gestured helped some.
Lost in Translation....
Do-bra-ye U-tra (good morning)
Some blogs are a bit disjointed. Some are me some are where when and how I am able blog. WiFi and Date are magic; now you have it now you don't. Last last few were created on the move. From the train while the data signal zoomed in and out, started one on the platform the train appeared and there was no way I was giving up my place in the herd to finish the message.
Going through accreditation checks, bus and train station line ups is like being in a unidirectional Moshe pit (spelling, but you get the idea), the order is no order. There are many Unidirectional Moshe pit divers, at first I was annoyed seeing them slither up the line, we Canadians can be too polite, then I tried to block them now I try to compete with them. It is the Olympic after all. I have already won a bronze metal running for a train. It could have been silver but that darn Sandra caught me near the finish line. My excuse is too much cabbage, if I sneezed while running is could have been all over... literally.
Had my first Russian beer and a Russian vodka chaser. All of a sudden my Russian got better, well the exaggerated hand gestured helped some.
Lost in Translation....
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