i was really bummed to wake up smelling like yucky scabex cream and having to reapply it and wear it all day.
i found out the story of my new little boy i talked about a few days ago. he is a gypsy boy from a family with six other kids. none of the kids ever wore any clothes. he is deaf and frustrated not being able to communicate, so he has major behavior issues. anyways, it is common in romania that physical disabilities are considered the same as imbecility and so he was seen as a curse and was kept isolated from the rest of the family. and like we assumed he was physically abused. i am so happy he is at the orphanage now! (update: today is really monday and he was so so happy today! we had a great day together)
also: i love marion! and here is proof that he does smile around me:
we got on a torturous not sleeper train around 10 pm and had a long uncomfortable trip to the black sea.
day 80: thursday
we got to our cute little hotel thing, took a quick nap and headed off to the ocean. spent the day there.
day 81: friday
whitney and i decided to wake everyone up to beautiful day by U2 this morning and i don't think they appreciated it.
we got up and went to the ocean. highlight of the day: riding behind a jetski on a banana tube thing, even though we got dumped off out in the deep water and was scared of big giant fishes.
another highlight of the evening: dance party/dance off. there was definitely some soulja boi lessons and bootyliciousness. haha we have the best 3.5 minute video that i will probably get in big trouble for posting, but am considering it.
day 82: saturday
another day at the beach. highlight of the day: playing beach volleyball. low point: the creeper at the gogosi stand.
look at kenzie playing ball with a romanian... haha
it started pouring and we had fun
day 83: sunday
another 10 hour train ride but this time in the middle of the day with no air conditioning and a fat man sitting on my lap. true story, if you want to know more youw ill have to skype with me or wait till i get home, because visual aids are needed. i la la la love i pods and church music, and poor president monson got sat on too when the man sat on my ensign when i went to the thing they call a toilet.
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