Why I Love Sundays

Sundays in Kazakhstan are sweet... I guess I should say Sundays in Amalybak are. I get to sleep in, first of all. For me, sleeping in until 9 is awesome. Most days here we get up at 6. I must mention that I've found some great running trails, they have the most beautiful tree lined dirt path with this perfect mountain view-(it's pretty spectacular after running on the west side highway for the past two years...I just have to watch out for wild dogs, heards of sheep, and cattle crossings!) So I go on my long run on Sunday morning, and when I come back, my family is busy preparing beshbarmak because they always have a bunch of guests over for the weekend. The idea of eating boiled sheep is growing on me..and my host mom was so proud that I didn't just eat the noodles today. It's actually really tasty so I can't complain. We drink chai and hang around..and then I get to use this really slow internet! yahoo. Later, I'll have piva at the cafe with some of the other volunteers. Our schedule is getting pretty packed-we have to start doing community projects, start an english club, and i have to plan for the sports club we are starting this week. Hopefully everyone will go for the idea of English film and food night and we won't have to spend our time teaching adults business english or something along those lines. Yesterday, we had Almaty entry day. That's a big deal because now we are allowed to tackle the journey to the city on our own. I'm pretty excited about this. I also found avacados at one of the bazzars so I get to make guacamole for my host family today. do you think they will like it? I'll keep everyone updated!