i start off by saying… sorry for the typos…and i apologize to those whom i am writing with work email…but writing vmail in romainia is extremely difficult. it works as reliably as the water…and believe me i am a funky monkey. read it on the skinny now…yesterday (ierie in romanian) i had nothing to say…but now i have a lot. i am sick of tipping around the horseshit in the street and watching for cars and dogs and attacking pot-bellied ducks/geese???????. last night i walked home and some pot-bellied feathered freak (i’m talking bird family) snorted and chased me down the steet. i almost fell in horse shit trying to get away. i believe i suffered a n assault without a touching by a feathered fiend!!!!! it was awful!!!!!!! i did not know what to do. a dog you kick, a cat you shake… but a long-necked bird with a pot-belly hissing at you???????? RUN!!!!!!! any way, i got home. yesterday i had a bit of a triumph. i started doubting myslef as usual. how could i add to a failing economy where everyone’s attitude is negative (it’s the perfect place for me to die on a small pension)…? but i somehow instilled some positive view in these people in my town. my group had to do a presentation on economic planning. stop…………i know u all are thinking….@what do you know about economic planning?@……..to which i reply……NOTHING except when it comes to having enuff booze for a good partay!!!!!! blah blah blah…. i am rambling b/c i have found a new friend…FABRIZIO!!!! he is the crazy Italian i met on the flight over. we are in the same group. there is no love interest only male bonding. i help him with dating and he thinks he is giving me advice on men. honestly, i’d rather have the women here b/c the men are gross. i believe i was picked up by the unibomber last night!!!!! ted kazinzky (spelling?) is the norm here. it’s a hoot. what else?????? forgive me….i have had a ton to drink with my professor. he is this hooty guy who wants to be american. great for him, but i want to be a cool female sal mineo (spelling?????) he loves james dean (but he is thirty-six…you do the math) friday we meet with the mayor to talk about community plans. i typed up the agenda and everyone is happy with it so we are going to use it. i think that in the peace coprs anyone with an idea that is not filled with booze is king….. blah blah blah……… i could go on for days. i miss you all and invite you to Romamania. i will show you a good time….BUT SERIOUSLY I MISS YOU>>>> FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY DRUNKEN HEART (WE MADE A BAR WITH WHISKEY< SCOTCH< WINE <VODKA and < GIN ….. COME!!! CUM!!! whatever floats your boat…here. Chip, on a personal note. i may not be able to get to Paris but I have a great place to stay in Slanic….right on the polluted salt river. ANNE….there's a lot of green peace tree hugging work to be done in this dirty town!!!! love, vicki