Things I see...

I've realized that I'm getting worse and worse at actually updating this on a regular basis.  I suppose that really depends on your personal definition of what "a regular basis" is...but suffice it to say that I am somehow always busy, always tired, or always on Skype and therefore not writing.  I can't promise this will change, but I can promise to make an attempt at scheduling time for it.  This will be in segments, so that it's not one HUGE chunk of life.

So. Let's start with a photo tour (par for the course)

I tried to figure out what they were doing here, but no one looked particularly friendly enough for me to approach them with my usual "prosim anglicky?".  I also looked on the internet, but that search was fruitless.  All I know is that there looked to be a lot of music, and some visual media.  Pretty cool...except that I had things to do that day so I couldn't participate (whenever it decided to get the party started)  It was broken down already the next day.

This is the visual media part I was telling you about.  Amazing how clear the picture is from the screen to the camera to your eyeball.

As I tried to make myself a salad one night, I cut open my pepper only to find....another pepper!  My pepper (or paprika) somehow was blessed by immaculate conception and was sprouting another baby pepper inside it.  Strange, and somewhat unnerving.  I did NOT eat the bastard pepper.  The salad was good though.

So people are already starting to get pumped up for the Olympics.  This is the main square near where I work, and they had the concert one week, and then put in all this fun equipment the next week including blow up people, slides, and a main stage.  These people have fun...they must not have jobs.

CSOB is actually a bank here that is a part of our membership.  The Director is a really nice guy.  They hold this marathon every year, and there is a 5k and 10k course, and also a children's run (500m).  The course takes the runners all around Bratislava, across the bridge to Petrzalka and then back again!  One of my friends participated in a relay portion...he can no longer feel his legs.  That, or he feels them too much, I'm not sure.  This is why I stay away from running.