The Visit
If you were raised watching films staged in New York or Los Angeles, with lots of conspicuous consumption, what would you expect of 3 weeks in the Pacific Northwest?
They were surprised by the greenery as they were expecting concrete and asphalt. There were long stares at the forests, mountains and rivers and taking pictures of every animal - squirrels, chipmunks, and frogs. They noted the silence of Mt Baker even with masses of tourists present. The clean air and the clean water without trash visible anywhere.
Water. Moldova has no seaside, the occasional lake and the only river forms the eastern border and it is like the Mississippi - rolling mud. The girls spent most of their free time on the lake with toy sized kayaks, or fishing. They caught a fair number of pail sized crappy but nothing large. We walked several beaches and skipped stones.
They noted the large distances between people. Moldova is grouped into villages of 10 to 50 houses and they are every 10 or so miles. Here you can have a single house in the middle of 100 acres. They also noted the 15 mile drive to the stores where they are used to dropping into a store 2 doors down. We did a side tour of neighborhoods of small houses to give them some balance to preconceived ideas.
They noted the houses were built of wood and the interior of the house was more loud than the concrete houses back home.
They finally got some perspective into the size of the US. Vladimir wanted to go to Yellowstone until he found out it was a 2 day drive to get there and it was a similar distance to Disneyland. Besides, I’d been told it took $70 per hour to keep the kids entertained at Disneyland and that got his attention. Their last comment was that they could cover the Puget Sound area on the map with their thumb print and there was lots of space still visible.
They noted the young age of those holding signs for charity at the roadside or the young age dumpster diving in Seattle. In Moldova, these are the elderly or seriously disabled. They were told at Boys and Girls Club that every second child in the US goes to bed hungry (I seriously doubt that number) and were rather disdainful of the parents as there is great social pressure in Moldova to take care of your family. They could see no reason for hunger nor unemployment with all the help wanted signs they saw. It gradually dawned on them, over a series of discussions, that Americans work hard, long hours with no guarantee of success. Those that beg are doing it by choice. That marketable skills get well paid but that the job can disappear with the next recession. There was some disbelief that one had to pay property taxes, sales taxes, income taxes, and the like. Their understanding was that you didn’t really own your house if you had to pay the government tax yearly for the privilege. So we discussed the condition of our roads, the state of our schools, and the money sent overseas to other countries for various reasons. I think that getting one’s preconceptions rearranged was a confusing experience and I’ll be interested to hear the followup when I return to Moldova and they have had time to sort out their thoughts.
We did the Cascade Loop thru Winthrop and Leavenworth, Mt. Baker, Seattle twice and a whale watch. The Gates Foundation presentation is really well done and thanks to the Boys and Girls Club for a tour. I had spoken to Svetlana about needing a chaperone if I was doing one-on-one English tutoring with a girl, but seeing long glass windows at the Boys and Girls Club into all the classrooms for teacher security really drove the point home. We did a special trip to Walmart for selfies but a trip through the Nordstrom flag ship store was rejected. The Boeing Future of Flight was really good. The first morning in Bellingham we tried IHOP and the parents were appalled at the bill, so after that we ate at the house or packed home made meals. Certain family members put Nutella on everything, but I guess it she was on vacation.
Beef is promoted as a health food in Moldova, and as Vladimir is the trained chef, he was let loose with the BBQ. They like their beef really well done. This contrasts with the barely warmed bacon he cooks for breakfast. Also, all breakfasts include sausages, which to us are good old fashioned weiners. Cholesterol and preservatives be damned.
The Moldovan wedding was great but my Romanian and Russian language skills were not up to the task. Although they did their best to include me, I was the alien observer, . This is a very hard working group; half of them were students who overstayed their visas and so were illegal. They were university educated but made a good living driving tractor trailer rigs and at the rate they are progressing, they will control the trucking business of Puget Sound in another decade. They were living the dream, houses and cars, with the cloud of an ICE decision over their heads. Now, godparents. They are slightly older than the bride and groom and essentially responsible for setting up the Romanian Orthodox ceremony and the reception. The ceremony is 1 hour of standing in front of the priest as opposed to the Protestant 10 minute quicky. The godparents at the reception then start a public bidding event for the largest wedding present so one needs to choose a certain net worth couple. Then the godparents and godchildren cover each others backs for help with projects and such - sort of an always on-call best friend.
A few things didn’t work out for this trip. There was a thick smoke haze from British Columbia covering most of the state for the first week. There was no orca sighting on the whale tour but they did spot the tail of a pilot whale. No one caught a large salmon because the the water was warm and so there was no point to go fishing, although we did eat store bought salmon (both steaks and fillet), It never occurred to me that they would converse so much amongst themselves in Russian. Not sure we improved anyone’s conversational English skills.
Well, now I return to Causeni, and I need to pack the cool to cold clothes. It seems I have been volunteered for 3 hours a week sessions of English classes in an adjoining village and nobody in the village speaks any English - students, staff nor parents. I have been told I will have help preparing each lesson but I am not sure I can ad lib well enough. I think a good English teacher needs to think of 3 or 4 different ways to say the same thing in 10 minutes but I am not sure I am that glib. I tend to be more cut and dried than that - say it once and get onto the next topic. I will have to plan a lessons with redundancy, repetition, encouragement, cheering and high fives - sort of a soliloquy of prewritten verbiage because I don’t think there will be a conversation. Bless Google translate. (This piece of software is the beginning of world peace).
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