Yesterday was Easter. All of you at home are thinking “Duh Molly! We know!” But this year Orthodox and (what is the correct adjective here – “normal” / “regular”) Catholic/Protestant Easter were on the same day! It’s crazy. In honor of Easter I did some Easter egg dying on Friday night with my friends.
On Saturday night also went for a walk with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Since it was the night before the holiday, and the day had been really warm and beautiful, there were lots of people wandering around. Older couples, little kids with their parents, teens, everyone was out. When we wandered by one of churches in the city, three little girls came running up to us. “Take a calendar please! Happy Easter! Take a calendar!” We of course took the calendars and thanked them. Later I noticed that they were with some women wearing work vests for United Russia, aka Russia’s Major Political Party (Putin’s Party! to put it another way). Sure enough, on closer inspection not only does the calendar show a heartfelt wish to Voronezhians (that is definitely not a word) and lists all the major church holidays and fasting periods, it also clearly displays the United Russia emblem. This is all well and good. I love calendars, especially free ones given to me by adorable little Russian children. It does make me think about separation of church and state here and whether or not it exists. My students have told me it does, I think it doesn’t. I don’t see how it can, or at the very least not in the U.S. sense of the concept. Anyways it was one of those things that first surprised me, and then made me feel a little silly that I was even surprised. Oh Russia, you got me again! If ya dig.
Other than that: it’s hot. There was no spring. It’s supposed to get up to 70 F today. I don’t understand why or how women are expected to wear stockings in this weather. I’m already mentally prepared for a barelegged California summer. After 40 minutes in an un-airconditioned bus in the middle of the day I thought I was going to pass out. Does it get humid here? I hope not. Clearly I am only built for temperate climates.
In other news: in some of my classes we’ve been talking about food (and I didn’t even pick the topic – SHOCKING) and some of my students were talking about how much they love kefir. As long as I can remember I have hated kefir. According to Wikipedia, source of all knowledge, kefir is a fermented milk drink. Imagine buttermilk, or really thick sour milk that is a little fizzy. Not so appetizing huh? Anyways today I gave it a second chance, and found some that was only 1% fat, and I actually liked it. I like kefir. It’s a confession that I never thought I would make.