20 June 2005

Kept in Chisinau

You'd think that maybe, just maybe four years in the Army and that I'd know the difference between 17.10 and 7.10pm. You'd be wrong and obviously so was I and I'm still in Chisinau, still purportedly the greenest city in the former USSR. However, some things did change and in a turn most surrendipitous, I bumped into a group of Peace Corp volunteers that I had the evening I came back from Tiraspol': Andy, Jill, Erin, and Margot (sp?). A new member was added - Heather. I was happy to be back in good company even after I got shot down when I asked the pizza delivery girl out on a date the day before and she said come back tomorrow. Well, tomorrow became today which writing this is now yesterday and getting shot down didn't bother me at all. No, I had a beer and half a pizza with a good group of folk and some pretty damn good conversation to wrap up the night. And as it seems, I have an invite to some village life here in Moldova so my one week here is spawning into two and should prove pretty entertaining. I guess I'll make it to Vienna just in time to catch my plane to Amsterdam. Bratislava and her baroque sister to the west will have to wait for mid-August.