“My Last Two Days,” or, in other words, “A Post That is Only A Post Because It Started Out as an Instagram Caption But I Cannot Do Brevity”

The last two days of my life have progressed as follows: I was sitting in a tiny, little hole-in-the wall Korean place, where it is possible to order the most American-like Chinese food in town, unwisely and desperately attempting to subdue the incredible spiciness of my kimchi via a kettle of piping hot black tea, when I realized that half the other people in the restaurant were visibly and loudly...

День победы: missiles rolling through the streets & the receipt of a rather impressive sunburn

My initial plan was to dedicate this post to the entirety of Russian holidays, and just spend the majority of the time on День победы (“Victory Day”). However, after actually witnessing my first День победы in Russia, as well as realizing the sheer mass of media that I’ve accumulated and would like to show related to the day, I’ve decided that the rest of Russia’s holidays are going to have...

Ennui. It’s a thing.

I’m not going to lie; the second semester of my Fulbright grant has been…? I think I’ll have to settle with “weird,” because any other descriptor I’d choose, taken singly, wouldn’t at all be an accurate description of my February-now experience. Before you get too worried, I’m fine. Not saying that I’m special, but it’d probably be hard for you to find a person who complains so much about so...

“When adults see rain at this point in the year, we are relieved.”

As you’ve probably noticed, my experiences living in Siberia thus far have shown me that many American conceptions of the region are simply incorrect, particularly the one claiming that it’s cold all the time. While I will attest to the fact that Siberia does get pretty chilly in the winter, that 85-degree weather we had last week pretty much annihilates the validity of the year-round aspect of this particular stereotype. Then...

Russia, especially Siberia, has had a rough couple of days: a short summary of what’s up

For those of you who have seen bits of this and that in the news about Russia (and Irkutsk) over the past couple of days, here’s the lowdown. But disclaimer: I’m fine, everyone’s good. I just think that you all should know these things because, you know, I live here now (and they’re also just important). I’ll preface this with: I know nothing about proper journalism and the only rules I...

Я вернулась (“I’m back”)

Before I start, I want to give a shout-out to Katya (Emory University, key quote: “Russia rekt me.”) and Sophie (University of Denver), two of my Middlebury bro’s who also happen to be living here in the Irk. They both have fantastic blogs, and you should totally check them out. They’re here as students, so their perspective is a bit different from mine and those of my fellow Fulbrighters. Also,...

Darya и/или Some More Guns

Darya Let us discuss Горобец Дарья Александровна, in other words, Darya. Darya, born August 17 and just 19 years old, has lived her entire life in Irkutsk. She is a sophomore studying Advertising and Public Relations at ИГУ, but her English is so much more advanced than that of the other students’ that she often doesn’t attend class. Another reason she misses classes – she’s busy taking pictures, editing them, and...

About that time I got stuck in an elevator with five large, Russian men

Last Thursday, what a day Many things happened to me last Thursday – it was quite a day. First, let’s recap my washing machine situation. In case you were unaware, it’s been broken since maybe my second week here. Attempts at fixing the problematic, tiny washer had been unsuccessful up until this last Thursday, and included: (1) blocked entrance to my building due to a lack of paperwork, (2) blocked...

Roman, Puppy Luvin’, and Vermouth

First, I would like to state that yes, I am indeed aware that my last post was a very short amount of time ago. However, (a) this blog is primarily for my mother, (b) Roman Terekhov is one of the coolest people of my existence, and (c) I just spent some ~quality time~ with a few pups and absolutely need to share my joy with the world (which is you)....

Baby’s First Siberian Village

Большое Голоустное While I intend for this post to be mostly pictures, I can’t help myself- I’ll give you a little background info. The Bus If you haven’t gathered from my previous posts, in Russia things just tend to work out. To someone that’s most comfortable only when every detail is meticulously planned, the schedule is color-coded, and the money is in organized, labeled little baggies, tripping in Russia can...