So last week I got to go Kiev and visit my family that I stayed with this summer. It was really great getting to see them. I've missed them so much. Because they treat me like family, it was just like being home. I had so much fun hanging out with them. And it made me even happier because I could speak so much better with them that I could this summer.
The first night I was there, I ended up seeing a movie with Inna (the daughter). We saw the Bratz. I wouldn't have ever seen this movie if I was in America, but I was so happy that I did here, because it was so easy to understand in Russian. I still didn't understand every word they said...but the majority I did! Anyways, the next day I walked around Kiev and went to all the old places I had been during the summer. It was so great being back there. It, of course, wasn't as pretty as in the summer, but still what a beautiful city. That night I watch some tv with my family and talked more with them, and got to meet their grandmother. I also took a picture of the colidescope that my dad sent to them this summer. They absolutely love it! And their grandmother is the nicest бабушка that I have ever met in Eastern Europe.
I didn't do many things while I was there. I pretty much just tried to spend as much time with my family as I could. Oh, I got to play monopoly in russian! It was great fun! I lost...but oh well! My family told me to tell everyone hello, and that they hope you are all in good health.
Well I have to go. I hope all is well!
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Hi Laura,
I am just confessing that I have only just now logged into your blog to see what you have been up to. I have thought of it several times while at the school, but alas, it is blocked by shelterbelt--remember? Anyway, I enjoyed reading all of your entries and it really sounds like you are living this cool adventure. I can't tell you how proud I am to have such a great young person representing us there. Your story about the babushki chastising people who don't know better reminded me of something that happened to me years ago in Moscow. I had purchased some shepherd's boots in Cyprus and was wearing them in the city. A man saw me going up the steps to the hotel and thought I was a regular citizen--not allowed in that area--he beckoned me back to the street saying, "comrade!, comrade!" He was trying to warn me that I was about to be in serious trouble. He was surprised when he found out I was just an American teenager.
Merry Christmas, sweety,
and a very Happy New Year.
Mr. Beattie
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