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December 8: Rediscovering Chisinau

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

I woke up early (jet lag) and had breakfast with Grigore. I can’t imagine myself eating cold bread and cheese in for breakfast in America and being happy with it, but in Moldova it just seemed right. The homemade red blackberry jam was nice too. Lena went to school early to take a test. I checked my email on the family’s home computer. I had forgotten how slow the Internet can be in Moldova.

After emailing, I ventured out onto Strada Ion Creanga (John Creanga Street). Although I remembered the places I wanted to go to—the bookstore with the money exchange, the bazaar, perhaps a restaurant on the same street—in many ways I felt I was seeing Chisinau again for the first time. And sadly, my second first impression was not as positive. The cars and marshrutkas were half-covered with a thick layer dirt. It was slightly sunny but still the sky seemed bleak compared with golden California sunshine. The people looked more hardened and poorer than before.

The trend continued in the evening. When Lena and I went to the market to buy bread and water, I realized I had forgotten how dark the city is at night. In the backyard walking out to the front gate, I felt I could move only by instinct. Plus, inflation in Moldova is terrible. The exchange rate wasn’t too bad (12.83 lei equaled 1 U.S. dollar), but I paid 3 lei for a bottle of water. Hadn’t it been 2 lei the year before? Thank God after being outside in the real world of Chisinau I could come back to the family sanctuary, home of blini with cherries and soup and warmth.

Dec. 7: Arrival in Chisinau, Moldova

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

The flights to D.C., Vienna, and Chisinau were fine. Grigore (the father in the family I had rented a house from when I taught in Moldova) and his daughter Lena were supposed to meet me at the airport, but when I got out of the airport I couldn’t find them anywhere. I ended up calling the house to ask where they were. I thought perhaps there had been some confusion about my arrival. What a miracle it seemed to me that I could bring a cell phone from the States and use it to call with no problems (other than the high cost per minute). Anyway, Lena answered the phone and said her father was at the airport already. Sure enough, after I got off the phone and turned around, I saw him facing the exit for arriving passengers. I called out to him and he gave me a big bear hug. Then he and his driver, Boris, took me back to the house with a stop to pick up Lena and Sandu (Lena’s little brother) at Sandu’s school. I picked up two more hugs there as well.

Diana (the mother in the family) greeted me at their house with yet another big hug. Instantly I felt at home. Diana also spoke English in paragraphs, a very nice change for both us from the time I lived in Moldova. Diana had prepared a feast for my arrival—farshovnaya riba (ground fish). It’s a lot of work to prepare. Even now I’m not sure how they grind the fish and then stuff it back into the skin and arrange it so it looks like a whole fish again. It was delicious. She also prepared markov pa-koresky (Korean style carrots, shredded carrots with spices and vinegar). The family laughed when I told them that I never saw Korean-style carrots in Korea.

I presented the family with some of their favorite American treats as I remembered them: Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime tea; maple syrup; seasoning for fajitas; and a box of See’s Chocolates. The box of chocolates was wrapped up in holiday wrapping paper. Sandu saw it and wanted to open it, but Diana said “after dinner”. Sandu replied in Romanian, “ah, bomboane” (ah, it’s candy). This was only the beginning of the signs of how clever and impish Sandu could be. Later in the evening when Diana complained that he’d eaten 6 pieces, Sandu said, “No! It was 7!”