My roommate made it safely home. Yea.

Ok, so only a couple min.s to write.  Amberly is home.  I wouldn’t be writing at all except that she is taking a shower.  But, I am VERY glad to have my roommate home.  I went to the airport to pick her up—thank you Pasha for calling the Taxi for me :o)  And met a man from Iowa while I was waiting for her to get there.  We have “unpacked” all her things right in the middle of our living room and neither of us have stopped talking since she got here.  And her Russian hasn’t seemed to disappear as she was able to give the Taxi driver directions to our home.  Yea.  Then, our doorbell rang and three middle school aged boys asked if we would give them some money if they sang for us—they wanted to buy candy, so we obliged and it was really cute.  Ok, well, more later ‘cause she’s back and we have much more catching up to do.  I love you all.

 

Peace Out.