sharing my experience: a little russia in the usa

sometimes telling stories and trying to explain my experience in russia just isn't enough.  i want people to really get a good idea, to feel it, to taste it.  SO, i hosted a russian evening at my apartment in park city.  i made several traditional russian dishes, put up a bunch of russian souvenirs/decor (including my USSR space program propaganda posters), and dressed in my furs.  i also wrote out in russian (with english translation) labels for all the food and drink and put a slide show of some of my photos showing a sampling of my life over the year+ i was there.  it was a fantastic time.  i'll let the visuals speak for themselves.

me in my fur hat and vest.  both are polar fox.  and both are real.  

the spread.  clockwise from center top: Droba, a great russian eco vodka from birch trees, my homemade horseradish-honey infusion, mors (homemade cranberry compote/drink), pickles, pickled veggies, boiled potatoes, brown bred and butter, olivier salad (potatoes, carrots, peas, egg, pickles and mayo!), and in the middle, an americanized khachapuri!  that is a really fabulously tasty salty cheese bread from georgia.  it was one of my favorite dishes over there...all of the internationals were obsessed with it.  then i have a few decorations sprinkled around the table...a little matryushka stacking doll, a mug from the railroad, and a straw "winter doll" from the maslenitsa celebration i attended last spring in moscow.  it is a celebration to say goodbye to winter, and welcome in the spring, and also happens right before lent, so everyone gorges on blini's and honey-fermented beverages.

and then everyone wanted to try on the fur hat....

i think people walked out with a little better idea of what life was like for me over there...just a tiny sampling, but enough to give them a greater appreciation.  pretty much everyone appreciated the horseradish vodka.  :)  and the khachapuri.  you can't go wrong with melty cheese and buttery pastry.  so maybe we aren't as different from each other as we think...

4th of july: back in the good ol' USA

long absence from the writing, but i am trying to get back into it.  i miss it, but i guess i feel i don't have that many interesting things to write about anymore now that i'm back home!  however, i am still processing, and i think i still have a few tricks up my sleeve...

i was filled with joy to be back in the USA for the 4th of july this year.  being in moscow, it was a nothing holiday for me last year, except a moment to mark my love for my crazy country.  this year, i was able to properly celebrate.  i participated in the annual parade that marches down main street in park city.  i was part of the group walking to represent the park city foundation, which a dear friend of mine runs.   the park city foundation raises funds every year to distribute to various non-profits in the park city area.  it's a pretty fantastic organization.  while marching that morning, it reminded me that in russia, these kinds of organizations are getting killed off every day, as any NGO is viewed with suspicion, and basically run out of town.  the foreign-run ones anyway, which i think are the majority of them, as the volunteer or "service spirit" is not as rampant in russia as it is here.   i remember one russian colleague telling me this in regards to the volunteer recruitment that is essential to running the olympic games.  they were concerned they wouldn't get enough volunteers, cuz volunteering is just not part of the culture there.  hopefully that will change, as i think many russians had a good experience volunteering at the games.  let's just hope there are some organizations left in that country to volunteer for!

back to the parade.  i marched, waving my flag, goosebumps on my arms thinking about how happy i was to be home, how proud we americans are about our country, how much we care about it and each other.  yes, yes, as i said last year, we do some pretty messed up things around the world, and i don't agree with everything the gov't does, or even my fellow americans.  but at least there is room for me to feel that frustration, that disagreement, and to voice it without fear of being thrown behind bars.  there isn't that freedom in russia.  i'm happy to be back in the good ol' USA!

however, my american holiday was flavored with a bit of my russian experience.   earlier in the week, i had made a horseradish-honey infused vodka that was inspired by the domashi (homemade) vodka i had at a fantastic georgian restaurant in krasnodar.  pic below of some of my team enjoying it...

my homemade hooch was quite a hit as well!  i have been asked to make some for my friend scott, who really took a shine to it.  i brought out the bottle to share at a BBQ and he wouldn't let go of the bottle all afternoon.  see below...

so even though i was home and enjoying all things american, i have, and will always, take a little part of russia with me wherever i go, and whenever i celebrate being an american.  cuz i think one of the most beautiful things about living in america is being able to take all of the experiences you have had and mixing them into life here.  it means knowing your place in the world, knowing where you came from, what makes you different from everyone else, and respecting those differences.  as they say, we are the "melting pot,"  or, the metaphor i prefer, the "tossed salad,"  made up of all different kinds of colors, flavors, and tastes.  now and forever my contribution to the mix will have a little flavor of russia in it.  and that makes me all the more proud.  happy 4th everyone.

reflections on russia: pt 2, the dogs of sochi

if you read any news coverage of the games, you know a lot about the "dogs of sochi" already.  my story is about the 13 newborn puppies that my friend Natalie rescued from the stadium.  they were found in and around a drain pipe, their mothers poisoned.  Natalie convinced a soft-hearted security officer to find her a box to put them in.  she took them home, and nursed them all night long (feeding them every 2 hours!), until the local vet clinic opened.  they were eventually taken to an animal rescue shelter run by LAPA, an organization created specifically to help rescue animals in sochi.  the dogs will be adopted both locally and internationally.  i donated to the fund to save them.  

here are the some of the 13 puppies at the shelter, 3 months after their rescue by Natalie:

and there is another story about my friend Cheryl, from Scotland, who rescued 2 older puppies and had them shipped to her in Glasgow.  they arrived only a couple of weeks ago, having to go thru quarantines both in Moscow and in London before they could be released to her.  here they are loving their new scottish life:

so there are some dog stories with happy endings.  and i'm glad to have been a part of two of them.  

back home: reflecting on russia pt 1

it is 4:30 am an i am sitting in the salt lake city airport.  i have been out of Russia for just over 7 weeks.  and it has taken me at least this long to try to begin to figure out how to respond to my experience.  when asked, i’ve said things like “challenging” “incredible” “amazing”  ‘life-changing” “the hardest thing i’ve ever done.”  and it was all of those things.  the thing it wasn’t, was easily capturable.   i suppose most profound experiences are not...that's what makes them profound.  i have thousands of photos.  thousands of stories.  hundreds of new facebook friends.  i’m only just beginning to figure out how to talk about my time…how i want to present it…to others, and to myself.  i wasn’t able to write this blog during the last 3-4 months i was there.  i was just too busy.  and besides, since i wasn’t allowed to talk about the show (the opening and closing ceremonies for the olympic and paralympic winter games), or my work (as a producer of all protocol segments for all 4 ceremonies), there really wasn't much to say.  i guess i could have told you about how i was only allowed a few meager appliances in the tired hotel room where i lived for three months in sochi: a kettle, a Turkish coffee maker and a toaster.  the toaster was the most amazing toaster i have ever seen…it branded smiling suns on the sides of the toast.  As if to say, “yeah, your hotel room sucks and you work 18 hours a day and are not well nourished, but isn’t it a GOOD MORNING???”  i ate that toast every day.

or, i could tell the story of my relationship with my housekeeper.  which was pretty incredible as i never met her.  we communicated thru my large, floppy stuffed elephant that i got from ikea in Moscow.  let me back up.  before we moved to sochi, a few of us stocked up on some comforting “essentials” at ikea.  we had heard the housing was less than desireable, and to keep ourselves cheered when we finally made it back to our beds each night, we bought colorful sheets, duvet covers, pillows, candles, etc.  and i bought a huge, adorable stuffed gray elephant.  he was my friend til the end.  and apparently i was not the only one who loved him.  after a couple months of my living in the ekodom hotel in Adler (the town just south of Sochi...where the stadium, and thus our housing, were located), my housekeeper started arranging my elephant in various positions on my bed, waiting for my return.  i would find him tucked under the covers with only his trunk sticking out, carefully placed on top of the blanket.  or sitting with his arms and legs crossed, as if i was past my curfew (i likely was…our 11:30pm production meetings generally ran quite late…).  i, in turn, began to place him in various positions in the mornings, to await the housekeeper.  i put him on the rug in the middle of the room, staring expectantly at the door.  or hiding under the covers, hoping to be discovered.  it was a wonderful game and one of the few things that brought a legitimate smile to my face at the end of severely long days.   sadly, try as i might, i could not fit that elephant in my luggage to come home.  it was either him, or my ski helmet.  and considering that i live in a ski town, the helmet won out.  so, i left the elephant sitting on my bed holding a note (which i wrote myself in Russian), which said: “please find me a good home.  i would like to live in sochi with a nice family.”  i’d like to think he is. 

this was one of my favorite Russian experiences.  it shows the sense of humor, love and warmth that exists just below the surface.  the surface can often seem hard, and cold and without joy.  and for some, i believe that is all probably very true.  it is a hard life in that country.  but for most, if you poke a bit, if you linger around long enough and put yourself out there, the truth comes out. 

here are some photos of my elephant:

Christmas in Krasnodar...or...just another Wednesday in Russia

so 25 december is no big deal in russia.  the orthodox russian church celebrates christmas on the 7th of january.  and really, their big holiday happens on new year's eve.  santa even flies by the crew of the international space station on new year's eve to wish them a happy new year before dropping presents down the chimney's of good little russian boys and girls, and everyone decorates a new year's tree.  this is all because of the communists...they banned religion.  so everyone rolled all their winter holidays into one: New Year's Eve.  next to victory day on 9 may, it's the biggest day of the year.

this year in russia, 25 december was just another wednesday.  but for us, inside the hotel, it was a day of celebration.  the hotel staff threw us a party.  we had a delicious buffet of traditional christmas foods from both america and britain.  we had mulled wine, tequila (from the mexican contingent in our group), and christmas crackers (the brits of course).  i missed my family and friends, but we managed to have a lovely day.  i got some good loot, too!  i got a set of silverware (VERY useful when living in a hotel room without a kitchen...), tea, and a cute eye mask for when i need to disappear from the world for a bit.  then i went for a beautiful dinner to celebrate a colleague's birthday, also on the 25th.

partway thru the day, my friend pam and i took a walk to see a christmas tree exhibit outside the main church in the center of town.  we were a bit hesitant to leave the hotel because as she put it "inside the hotel, it's christmas!  but outside, it's just wednesday!"  nonetheless, we ventured out into wednesday and saw some lovely christmas tree art.

picture of the day below...needless to say, i am looking forward to spending it next year with my family.  and god-willing, NOT single!  it's getting a little old...

flowers from mom and dad!  arrived christmas eve to the delight of the front desk staff.  they now think i am a total celebrity.

our "block out the crazy" masks from our lovely friend value.

my tree with all of my christmas loot!

some of the mexicans.

me and my krasnodar bestie, value.  she's greek and fantastic.  her husband is jealous that we are hanging out so much and he is alone in greece.  

christmas dinner!  turkey, mashed pot's, roasted turnips, cranberry sauce, carrots, brussel sprouts. YUM.

EATING.

the orthodox church in the center of town with a beautiful (and unique) christmas tree display in front.

literally "grandmother's christmas tree".  made out of balls of yarn!

for my dad.

for my mom.  practicing my good russian pose.

for drama lovers.

for carpenters.

and cossacks guarding over it all!

so overall, it was a good day.  but it will be much better when it is not just a wednesday.  :)

Thanksgiving in Moscow!

ok, so this is going back in time a month, but i do feel i need to add these photos as it was such a special thanksgiving here in moscow.  i hosted a very international thanksgiving and cooked a 7kg turkey!  we had to special order it, and it got delivered to the office!  hung out in the stairwell until i could shove it in my backpack and take it home.  here is the evidence...

this is my friend luba, who helped me order the turkey.  it is very heavy!

all dressed up! (you will notice there is still a bit of the neck...this is definitely the most "primal" turkey i have ever dealt with...it literally JUST came off the farm...)

jess and i after having given that bird a good rub down with olive oil, salt and pepper.

takes up most of the little russian fridge!

our international thanksgiving!!  in true spirit of the day.  americans, russians, australians, italians, and a lithuanian.  such a great evening.  everyone had to bring a dish, ideally that represented america.  our russian colleague, who's russian boyfriend studies in austin, brought burritos!  we also had several traditional russian dishes such as vinaigrette salad (beets, carrots, peas or other dressed in oil and vinegar), herring under a fur coat (herring buried under onions, beets, mayonnaise, carrots i think..all kinds of stuff...it's the russian equivalent of "7 layer dip"), and thai chicken, roasted pork, apple pie.  amazing.

it's just nice to know...

that things are going well in other places in the world.  utah's ban on gay marriage law got struck down yesterday.  apparently the US economy is doing really well.  my niece is going to celebrate her first birthday in a few days.  all of these things give me hope and make me happy.  which i need desperately, cuz it's just 24-7 work right now as we all prepare for the opening ceremony...oh, and not to mention the 3 other ceremonies that will happen after that!!  yes, i am working with some fantastic people, and yes i have been able to laugh.  but mostly, it's just been a butt-load of work and fighting against every road-block imaginable.  so it's nice to know that good things are still happening in the world, people are wedding who they love, holiday shopping is happening in full force, people are drinking star buck's "christmas blend" coffee in those cute red cups (that eventually end up in landfills, i know, i know...), and my niece is giggling her way into her first holiday season and her first birthday.  i am sad i am missing those moments, but i am happy they are happening at all.

i will be spending christmas with my colleagues (most of which are friends by now) in the hotel in Krasnodar.  they are making us a special christmas luncheon.  and one of our choreography teams is making a "name that tune" type of game for everyone to play.  and it will actually be a day off!!!  i will be surrounded by people who are dedicating their lives to this project, which has created a bond between us that will not be broken for years to come, i'm sure of it.  this one has been a beast, i am told by EVERYONE.  so we are here to continue to help each other as much as to make a beautiful show.  and the interesting thing is that life will be going on as normal outside the hotel walls...russians do not celebrate christmas on 25 December.  orthodox christianity dictates that christmas is the 7th of Jan, 12 days after ours.  so we will be eating and drinking and being merry, while everyone else around us has a regular old wednesday.  buying fish, filling the tank with gas, cutting hair, seeing the circus.  living life.  while we celebrate it.  kind of a nice thought.