old entry I forgot to post

Angie, Megan (from Kuzlorda), and I went to dinner, where Angie was the only person able to unassimilate. We’d been talking and eating for a few minutes when Angie pointed to the bread basked, filled with half-pieces of bread Megan and I had been eating chunk by chunk. “This is Kazakhstan, but you’re not in your homes,” she said. And, when the hamburger came, Megan said, “this is so big, it’s like a whole horse.”