But honestly, the week of cold hasn't been too bad. Remembering my not-so-distant past in Boston, I had a couple winters in the Northeast colder than in Moldova. For three of my four years in Boston, I had longer walks to classes or work than the five-minute walk I have to the school, and the wind in Moldova doesn't threaten to take your face off like in Boston. Granted, I never walked for more than a half-hour anwhere this week and I stayed inside my village, therefore notВ necessitating any hour-long waits for a rutiera. But I can proudly say that, having battle-hardened myself in Boston, I never took any of the many opportunities to complain about the weather, even though the Moldovans around me often did.
Moldovans, in fact, often wanted to know how cold it gets "la voi," a generic term basically meaning "where y'all come from". I quickly worked up a stock speech saying that in a country almost as large as Russia, you have to talk about different states when you describe the weather. In California, where my parents live, it rarely gets below 5Вє C, but where I lived for college, it often gets colder than this week's weather in Moldova. This was enough of an explanation for most Moldovans, and I didn't have to bring up the Doppler radar.
The cold has had one positive effect; the pond in Mereseni is now solid ice. I took the opportunity to walk on it for about a half-hour on Wednesday. Sadly the snow that came with the cold had piled up as much as six inches on top of the ice, making it impossible to ice skate without a large amount of preemptive shoveling (it's better this way, since I won't be tempted to buy new skates). I couldn't get my host sister to venture onto the ice with me, but it was nevertheless a near-religious experience to stand on natural ice. It makes me want to live even further north than Chicago when I come back to the States.
Although I like to usually keep my Romanian headlines an inside joke for the Romanian-speaking volunteers and any native speakers who come across the site, I'm taking too much pride in the defiance of my title for this entry. O saptamana?! Este tot care aveti, Dumnezeu?!В means, "One week?! Is that all you've got, God?!"
I'm sure He'll smite me with a February blizzard, but until then, Moldova weather's got nothing on Boston.