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quirks and joys #?

it has been a little while...

1. There are trash trucks here. They make music. The music is the same as the ice cream truck. Appetizing, huh?

2. On the subject of ice cream, our friend came over the other day, after she had been here for about 30 minutes she pulled out a bag from her backpack. Inside the bag was some choco-taco like ice cream treats. They weren't melted, at all.

3. When Mongolians come to our apartment they tell us that it is cold. Today one of them put on their coat [it goes all the way to her knees].

4. Erin and I have decided that 20 degrees is the new 70. When it's 20 degrees we think it's warm.

5. We practice our Mongolian wrap. No, that has nothing to do with music. It is the way you tie your scarf carefully around your face and neck so as to block out all air.

6. This past week I caught a little stomach virus [self diagnosed] and Sun Lae brought me some get-better-snacks. She brought some bread, oranges and kidney beans. She said she brought the kidney beans because "Americans like them." I was unaware.

7. We made an Advent wreath out of styrofoam.

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I like living them.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Comments

  1. just so you don't forget, these are absolutely hilarious!
    so we can pretend i was with you when i read them, i'm sharing my reactions. they were as follows:
    1. chuckled
    2. bummer
    3. BUMMER
    4. huh.
    5. laughed out loud
    6. laughed out loud uncontrollably. still chuckling.
    7. smiled

    wish i were there! hope erin is doing well!
    much love, page

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