Is-Va- Neetchya, Glad to meet ya.

Things are looking up in the food department. Today We bought our driver some vegetables on the way to see the kids. I guess to repay us,
he brought us a snack while were playing with the kids. A melon,some Homemade bread and Something called Fried mashed meat all bought on the side of the road.
It is rude to refuse and he wasn't about to take no for an answer. ( we must remember not to buy him anything else.) The good news, We're still alive!
Holly and I just made a run to a place called the RamStore. It is kinda like a walmart. Shopping is a real adventure. I searched and search for
sour cream. We bought some potatoes on the roadside and Thought we might try a big baked one tonight with all the fixins (Perhaps with some good mashed meat)
but Alas, after all my schooling I could not read. It makes you realize what it would be like if you were iliterate. (no cracks about my writing).
more good news, while we were searching we heard english words. Not the American rock music either but real live English. Holly was on them like a flash.
If it hadn't been such a public place I think she would have cried, Which would have been nice because it would have made my crying blend in a little more.
Yes, sour cream no problem. we have found an english teacher, not the kind like you had in third grade, this one is here to teach Kazaks our language. Ergo
She must speak their language. We are very bright and figured this out almost all on our own. They gave us their phone # asked us to come to supper and departed.
Holly and I chanted the # to each other all the way to our temporary home. OK, who prayed for the english teacher??????????????????
With our new found confidence we toured the food section of the store. Yes we'll have one of those, and one of those, what's that. They only come in threes
, then by all means give me three. we have no idea what any of this stuff is but we are going to brave it. They do make the most beautiful deserts and holly was
willing to buy any of them but I suggested we try only one a day and not blow our hot streak on one roll.
All was well, Holly even was checking out the meat section which she won't even do at home. And there they were staring at us from under the glass. What
kind of life did those sheep live to end up staring at people from beneath the meat counter. Nasty looking things with what looked like golf balls made of foil
stuffed in there mouths. Nothing pleasant about that sight at all and it is bound to hurt sales. It looks like they could rotate out sheep heads every year
or so to keep them from looking so ragged.
We moved along, battered but not broken. next came the fish. I promise, I mean I really promise, Baby has passed up better looking fish at the river back home
I'm talking rotten dried fish. I could walk along the shore, choose only the worst fish and bring them here to swap out as fresh fish. I do so wish I could
take a picture of this. You would have to see it but they post guards at all the entrances and you can't carry anything in, Nothing.
By the Way isvaneetcha means excuse me.
Are you missing the pictures yet? Serves you all right for posting more comments for Holly than for me. But I will forgive just this once. But you will have to wait until after 8 here. it is cheaper to be online and it takes a while to post pictures.
I type all this before getting on that way I don't waist our internet minutes.

Mom, We e-mailed you anout the package. Too expensive or too Slow. We are Fine. We only speak the truth but do dramatize a little for enertainment. Life here is good.
Love ,,your starving son (Ha Ha)