I met a girl on the train last night and she seemed to be annoyed with me and Abra's attempt to communicate. She did end up stumbling through a conversation with us and sharing a yogurt thing, which my hungry belly was really happy about. Russian poeople are straight up scary at first- they don't smile and they are very cold. And it would have been a good night if the train didn't wake me up hourly. Oh well, it was nice to finally lay down.
Our overnight train was interesting. It was small and cramped and four people where in each compartment. If you were on the top bunk you had the luxury of not having to make your bed, but you did have to somehow manoeuver yourself ontop without hitting anyone in the face or using the table as a step stool. And if you were on the bottom you had to make your own bed and deal with everyone hitting your feet. I had the top bunk.
Early the next morning, I met my host family- Elena, Liuda, and Ilya. I love them. They are super nice and are helping me learn Russian as I help them with English.
In actuality, I only live with Elena. She is gorgeous. She hasn't been speaking much English because I think she's nervous, but from what I've heard her English is much better than my Russian.
I have a feeling that I'm going to get home sick real fast, or not even that, but sick for a place I can communicate decently in-- like a spanish speaking country because for some reason all my body wants to do is speak in Spanish. Fail. This kind of scares me because now I'm second guessing my desire to learn Russian or study it. Bleh.
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