Today I went cross country skiing in the Russian forest. It was hard and not fun.
But at least I got to meet the local AFS volunteer's mother. She is awesome. The AFS volunteer and the mother. The AFS volunteer always tells me where to get off the bus and helps me when I get lost nad her mom is awesome because:
Right before the skiing began a froup of people including me were given a tour. The tour was not very fun becase it was very long and I didn't even know what the lady was saying. The people who could understand her didn't care about what she had to say. Anyway, we all jumped/flipped into the snow. I did too. For some reason it totally ravaged my jeans. The back was ripped open in three places from the waistband to my calf. THe front was also ripped in a little crescent moon right in between my legs. The AFS volunteer, who we will call Lera, because that is her name, asked her mom to fix my jeans. Her mom gave me some sweatpants and then stitched my jeans up basically good as new in about half an hour. How my jeans managed to rip in four places I will never know. Jumping into the snow isn't usually considered an activity capable of tearing wide gashes through denim in four places.