After breakfast, I took a stroll in the park and settled on a bench by the old church to jot thoughts and swat mosquitoes. A resident had a similar idea, and after commenting on my shoes (Vibram five-fingers) sat down on the next bench. I had offered a dobar-den to his comment, it being the wittiest reply available. After a while he asked if I were from the town. I smiled and said "ne, Amerikansky". This is usually when people decide that I am functionally an imbicile, smile, and do their best to have done with me pronto. But this gentleman sat down next to me and started a conversation.
Turns out he has two kids, mid thirties, and four grandkids, aged 3-9. He wondered if I was in P. on business, and I shook (shoulda nodded...darn) my head and said "adopt". This got a puzzled look, and we attempted to talk for a while, I showed him photos of Tater and Porgies and Mama (by a dinosaur in So.Dak.), told him their ages, and then showed him a photo of Ana. He was aware of the dom mediko-sozial, and my cartoon below helped him get the idea. We had now spent about half an hour establishing what took you a minute to read. He checked his watch, I checked mine, and we wished each other good day, and parted ways. Now he knows that Americans really are imbiciles with funny shoes. But perhaps he at least thinks they are nice imbiciles.
On to visa photos, thank you for your prayers, our Gospod Bog is faithful to complete what he began.
Also, you can just buy Bibles in the bookstores now. Hooray!