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Where is Moldova, anyway?

Musings on my Peace Corps experience in this small, Eastern European, Republic.
 

I feel good

Da na nah na na na. And I knew that I would now, da na nah na na na. So good…

This song, one many of you might consider classic-but-not-so-much-so, has played a major role in some of my favorite moments this week. One night when visiting another volunteer for her villages “town day” or hram, we met with some Moldovans our own age in a bar. Communicating here is still rough, and sometimes we find ourselves grasping for straws, or at nothing. When people say, my cousin went to America. Great, now we have something in common. Or I met an American once before, named Chris, do you know him? Then names will be thrown out such as “the pussycat dolls” or “eminem” or “george bush,” which all get a shared common reaction (good or bad). But just knowing what the other person is saying is somewhat of a relief. Anyway, my tangent is over. So these Moldovans we met with said they knew an American song. And sang it they did, with all of us of course. Just a little touch of bar-room America in the middle of Eastern Europe.


Secondly, the little boys that live in my neighborhood like to impress me with their “English.” Today they sang me this song… of course, the words were a little blurred together and mispronounced, but it was cute, none-the-less. Then they asked me, please Sharon, tell us what the song is about. I asked them what they thought it was about—based on the tune that is oh-so-catchy. They guessed a dog. A dog who goes outside. : )

Anyway, sorry I have been so bad with blogging. Spring is great in Moldova (although this past week has been like 97 degrees… more like middle of summer instead of spring). But, I have many pictures coming soon… and settling back in is busy, but good. Until then.

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