Life here is fairly quiet for us. Not in the sense that there are no kids, but in that we don't have the constant input of things like work, television, driving. Honestly, I don't miss the television much at all. Yesterday, after our visit with Kathryn our interpretor, Inna, took us to the grocery store for a few things. I'm a little rusty on my Cyrillic so I was happy to have her help in selecting the correct tortellini, the one with cabbage and mushrooms, and not horse meat. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
On that note, Karie and our other house mates went to the store to purchase some beef to go in the chili we were making for dinner. To get their point across in making sure they were getting what they wanted, they were "mooing" at the lady behind the counter. She laughed and said "Da"(yes). The chili turned out pretty good, more like a Gulasch though. Other than a couple trips to the store, we have not ventured out. It really isn't that cold to be outside during the day. It's the fact that you cannot blend in anywhere. Most people are very nice, but I would rather not have the attention. We are trying to keep a low profile and all we have to do is speak English and they know who we are. We will venture out a little more in a few days to see what kinds of Kazak items we will want to take home.