As many of you all know the organization that I have been placed with is a national park. One of the bonuses of being placed with a national park is that on rare indian summer days in November you can tag along with the rangers who are going to hang some trail markers.
First of all though is the mandatory coffee hour, where there is much discussion over the difference in size between a Romanian mouse sized cup of coffee and my longing for a real mug that Andre the Giant would be proud of. Also a talking point was how could I possibly drink it without cream or sugar? "E mai tare Alizabet, nu poti" ( its too hard, you can't do it).
Next we all piled into the park Jeep to head off to the trail, carrying shovels signs and hammers and learned the different words for each tool. For reasons unbeknownst to me one of the rangers insisted that we don't have shovels in America because he couldn't remember the word for it so therefore it doesn't exist. Yea I don't know....
So we finally reach the intersection we aiming for and everyone sits down on a log to have a rest. I spot a large rock and make myself comfortable. For which I am immediately informed that I cannot sit there on that cold ground because my ovaries will freeze!!!!! My Ovaries Will Freeze and I will be barren. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a straight face when told that? Near impossible, thank goodness I was saved by a text and could pretend I was laughing about that.
We are supposed to have a few more days of sunshine and warmth this week. Bike riding will occur. And I'll be sure to avoid sitting on rocks from now on.
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