Today was frustrating. I had to ship some things using various methods here and had to muddle through bureaucracy at every turn. Out of three packages, one was sent to the US after they unpacked it, weighed every item separately, made me fill out a form listing every single thing in the package and its weight, then questioned me on the choice of what I was sending, then finally rewrapped it. My second package was denied totally (had to lug that back to my apartment). Apparently you can’t ship wine out of this country. I mean, I get it, but there are no institutions that will ship it for you. How am I supposed to share this country’s most celebrated export? I think I have to go to a winery and have them do it, but who has time for that? The third package, the easiest, was a package that my friend Monika shipped to me in December (I got it in April) and finally got around to getting the contact information I needed to get it to her previous village. The most common form of courier service they have in Moldova is to put a package on a bus and pay the driver about 10 lei, get his name, eta and the description of the bus–then you give all this info to whomever is picking it up so they can wait on the side of the road and flag the driver down when it reaches the village. Luckily Monika’s village is pretty small, so when I asked the people waiting on the bus where the driver was, they immediately asked if I was the new PCV heading to their site. They knew Monika, so I was able to leave the package with one of her former students who knew the girl that was supposed to get it. I can only hope it got there. Oh, and all of this was happening in the middle of a thunderstorm. Speaking to one of my friends today, we came to conclusion that things we’ve become accustomed to in our two years are becoming annoying because we’re ready to leave.
Tomorrow I’m heading up to Chisinau for the day to train the M27′s in the art of Haiducii — team building activities. Sunday my Moldovan friends are coming over to watch Star Wars in English for the first time and Natasha is bringing home made sour cream and doughnuts. My social calendar hasn’t been this busy in a long time. I’m still slowly weeding through my clothes and personal objects, trying to get rid of whatever won’t fit in my backpack.
Now I have to go drink two bottles of wine/one bottle of cognac that I can’t ship to America. Sigh.