My host father was in the village talking to an older man who was finishing up making a bunch of wine.
Host father: Why did you make so much wine?
Man in Village: I don't drink water!
You may not believe it, but it has been said and I have observed that Moldavians do not regularly drink water, especially the older generations. It depends on the home, but in my home wine is on the table every lunch and dinner (unless we are having a dairy based meal). My first host family did not make wine, so alcohol was about as present in the house as it is for my family in the US.
The main way people stay hydrated here, is by having soup. It is uncommon if I do not have a big bowl of chicken based or beet based soup for lunch.
I guess I believe in the system, I don't carry a water bottle around anymore. But it isn't 90 degrees anymore and I do drink water and tea when I am at the house.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
52. Drink Water?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
51. Life of An Artist
My host father likes to say: Noaptea veselă, ziuă tristă, aceasta este viaţa de artist.
Translation: At night cheerful, during the day said, this is the life of an artist.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
50. Mowing Lawns
I have spent a lot of time on a lawnmower in my life. At the highest point, I would be on my mower about 8 hours a week. What I enjoyed about mowing is the fact that my body was doing something but my brain could be thinking about other things. I enjoy driving for the same reason. When driving on the highway, as long as the cruise is set and you are keeping an eye out for other cars, it doesn't take a lot of brain power. They key for me, is to be doing something. Because if I am sitting in bed thinking, I feel like I should be accomplishing something.
Friday, October 8, 2010
49. A Day with my Host Father
Host father's office with map of the gas line sin the village on the desk |
There are around 300 gas 'splits' that feed surrounding houses that must be checked for leaks once a month |
My host father works with for the local natural gas company. He has an office in a city building, which also has the social assistance offices and the library, where he works with two other people. One person helps him with the books and tracks who has paid. The other person helps him regulate the gas and checks where the gas splits off into the homes for problems.
One day I went with him and his field assistant to update and improve the main gas line into the village. We checked the pressure and pored tar around the pipe supports.
Here are some pictures of my host father and his assistant preparing the tar to seat the supports of the natural gas pipes leading into our village.
Main gas line into the village |
Host father and assistant pouring tar to seal the pipeline |
Monday, October 4, 2010
48. Sunflower Seed Oil
One of the country roads outside of my village with a harvested wheat field and a sunflower field close to harvest time.
There is a barrel that sits under the machine to collect the oil and on the left side of the picture is were the pressed sunflower seeds come out of the machine.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
47. Canning
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