It's April 27th. And I'm not exactly sure when or how that happened.
Things have been crazy (not to mention I've been ill off and on for probably the past 6 weeks - that's what it's like getting sick here. It lingers...And it isn't like I can just run to the nearest drug store and get my favorite remedies. Everything here is in Russian. Though apparently it is easy to just waltz into the pharmacy and order up a significant does of antibiotics. I did not do that. I did call my doctor. But now I know you can.), I wrote a grant for our Arts Camp (fingers crossed it'll get approved), we're also trying to secure funding for our softball tournament this spring (fingers crossed there will be enough money for us), not to mention teaching classes and clubs, organizing a softball team, and trying not to be a hermit.
I haven't been travelling much, with the expectation that these next few weekends are going to be insane. Though last weekend I headed down to Goycay, and then took a little day trip to Qebele. I'm sure Qebele is beautiful, had we been able to see any of it. But tucked up in the mountains, it was cloudy and raining, and somewhere around 3 o'clock on Friday a horror-movie-worthy fog rolled in. It became impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of us. Matt joked that we'd probably wake up in the middle of the night and have to run through the woods for our lives. Good thing I brought my sneakers. We walked around town a bit, saw the resort area with these GORGEOUS resorts (160AZN/night and upwards...we did not stay at those places. We found the something a little more reasonable, and a little more Azeri, down the road), and Qebeland - a little Azerbaijani amusement park. The fog, and rain, coupled with the fact that it was off-season and there was no one around, really made it a very surreal experience. Maybe Qebele doesn't even exist...maybe we stumbled into some 3rd dimension somewhere alone the road...who knows?! Either way, it was a much needed rest weekend before...
My parents arrive!!
It's going to be crazy.
They get in Sunday, and my counterpart's husband, a kind taxi driver, has offered to pick them up from Tbilisi (capital of Georgia) for me. I've given him instructions, and I told them to hold a sign that says, "Ormston Family." My dad knows his license plate number, the words, "Salam" (hello) and "Sag ol" (Thank you/Goodbye). Otherwise, we're flying bline. I hope it works.
I have a lot of plans for them, and hopefully they'll be up to it. I'm really excited to introduce them to everyone here, everyone who has been such a huge part of my life in this last year and a half (or more...). I'm close with my parents, and they've always been a huge part of my life, so having things here that they haven't experienced/don't really understand is kind of odd. I'm happy we'll have the chance to change that.