Пикник - Picnic

Yup, you got it, you know know your very first Russian word: picnic. On Saunday, after my excursion around the city Eric, Molly, Joanna, and I met up at the American Home to take a little trip to the woods for a picnic. Konstantine, one of Joanna's friends and former students drove us about ten miles to a small woods with a little lake. We had to share the place with other people who had the same idea and some old men who were fishing. We had a fire, some shashlik, and some other snack foods. Konstantine had a couple of air rifles so we spent some time shooting cans of the Russian equivalent of Diet Pepsi at ranges of no more than ten or fifteen yards. We also tossed around the football and went swimming in the lake. It was pretty clear but really cold!

In all, between the beautiful fall weather, the walk around the city, the picnic, and the invigorating swim in the lake, it was a great day! Plus, to top it all off, we put Bob's newest creation to the test: Sovietopoly. That's right, a Monopoloy game in which almost all of the chance cards are negative and you don't just go to jail, the send you to the GULAG. Sara and I were and a team and we lost miserably. As is true in many Russian games, there was not a winner, just a loser...