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real winter

The sun shone on Chisinau yesterday for what seems like the first time in weeks. For a week and a half after D returned from Ukraine, the city had been pummeled by a cold front that dumped several feet of snow on the Moldovan capital.


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temporary impairment

A fractured thumb, though a minor injury in the grand scheme of things, complicates life in ways one would never even consider until faced with the impossibility of accomplishing the simplest of tasks to which one ordinarily devotes little more than a passing thought.


thankfully, playing dominos requires only one good hand

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trading places

Our latest move, coming less than half a year after we last packed up our belongings, was the shortest of our Foreign Service career to date. Leaving the apartment we have occupied since arriving in Chisinau in August, we moved to a house that is less than a ten-minute walk down the street. Even so, no matter how many times we relocate, or how often, moving always stresses S out, and this time proved a bit more adventurous than we had anticipated.


playing hide and seek in the empty apartment (with limited success)

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fighting hibernation

While we were busy reliving last month’s travels, winter has quietly crept up on us. Not only has the cold set in again after a pleasantly mild October, but also the days have gotten much shorter — a phenomenon we had happily forgotten in two years of living on the equator. And now that we’ve set the clocks back for winter, nightfall begins well before 5pm. By the time D leaves work, pitch-black darkness has already engulfed Moldova’s unevenly illuminated capital, significantly raising the bar for what makes going out worthwhile.


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winos to be?

Today marks the second month since our arrival in Chisinau. We should probably crack open a bottle of Moldovan wine to celebrate.


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speaking in tongues

There are too many languages in this country. Or — more accurately — we are surrounded by too many of them. We feel buffeted by foreign tongues.


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for the love of the game

Months before moving to Moldova, D had his heart set on playing in the Ukranian Open Ultimate Frisbee Championship, which was held over Labor Day weekend in Ivano-Frankivsk in Western Ukraine. This summer, we had an open invitation to play at Wildwood — the massive beach frisbee tournament on the Jersey coast — but had to back out because it fell right before our departure from the United States and we had too many loose ends to tie up before moving abroad.

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back in the U.S.S.R.

One of D’s favorite conversations to have in Russian, which already he has had with dozens of Moldovans who are not associated with the Embassy, goes something like this:

M: Oh, you’re not from Chisinau. Where did you come from?
D: America
M: What? WHY?!?!?! Why would you come back here?


Old-school and frequently used well right outside our modern apartment building

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first order of business

D spent 21+ hours at or between airports and experienced a seven-hour time change before arriving in Chisinau just after 3pm last Friday with just one thought in mind…


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When does it start feeling real?

three-horned chameleon2

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