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I spoke about how I found out about my permanent site a few posts earlier. Now I will discuss what happens after finding out: Site visit!
They decided to change things up a bit this year on how it worked. When placed on the map on Site Announcement Friday we were given a packet with information in it. Along with the information was a letter from the school explaining how to get to my site. Most everyone’s was in Romanian, but I of course got a bit lucky and mine was in English. So on Saturday we would proceed to go catch our buses all across Chisinau to venture off to our sites, alone. That’s the change, it used to be you would go with the director of your school by car or rutiera. I know that I never would have made it without help and I know other trainees got off in the wrong villages.
Saturday came. We were scheduled to have four hours of Romanian, 8a-12p. But that didn’t make any sense and we had to adapt the schedule to leave at 11a. One person in my village had a bus leaving just past 1p. It’s an hour ride into Chisinau, then a group of us had to get to Gara de Nord. We arrived at the Gara de Nord at around 1245p. The girl with the first bus had to immediately go buy a ticket. They were sold out. No other buses to her village. Lots of phone calls had to be made. Galina did lots of convincing. Thankfully she ended up getting a seat: Nina, our program manager, was called and she called the girl’s school director who called the bus driver and told him to let her on the bus. Driver said, poftim. But the only seat is the floor. Among all of the luggage. So she wasn’t going to go. But, thankfully there was a nice young man who gave up his seat to her so she could get home. Once she was seated they were off. La Revedere.
And next was Galina trying to help us all get our tickets. We went in order of when our buses would leave. Mine was the latest so I held to the back. Since there was a lot of communication issues many people behind me were getting upset and began trying to cut us in line. Galina was not having it. She had to go from window to window helping us, there were other LTIs there, but they were helping the volunteers find where their buses were so that it wouldn’t drive off without them. By the time it came for me to purchase my ticket, the teller knew what to do. Mine was probably the easiest to purchase, it was also cheaper than what I was told.
And so. I had two and a half hours to wait for my bus. Most people’s buses were at 230p or earlier, while mine was a quarter to four. I was afraid I’d be alone. As our numbers began to trickle down, Galina came to check on me to make sure I knew where my bus would be. She was leaving as well. She brought me to where it would be and I ended up finding Aprille. So we sat together for a little while.
Then Katie and James walked by and I called out to them. They were wandering around bored as Aprille and I. Then the time came for Katie and Aprille to leave. James’s bus was only a few minutes before mine, so we wandered around together. I bought a water. My anxiety and nerves were at an all time high. I had no idea where I was about to go, who I was about to meet, what I was expected to do, or anything! I was about to be truly alone for the first time in five weeks. We were checking to see if James’s bus had arrived yet. Which it hadn’t. When we went to check on mine, it was there, so I went to board. I really appreciated James at this moment, he stopped and gave me a hug. It helped ground me. I knew I could do this.
Off to find the bus driver I went. Trouble is, there were five men standing together so I hadn’t a clue which was which. But one took my ticket. He ripped it to signal he checked it. Galina told me to ask if it’s correct, and he said it was. I went aboard.
The seats were the tightest I’d found thus far. I had a weekend’s worth of clothing in my backpack and a three hour ride ahead of me. I could NOT have this on my lap the entire time. I quickly messaged my PST Fam to figure out what to do. I was supposed to put it in the back. So up and off the bus I went to go put it in the back!
I was also told to ask the driver to tell me when it was my stop. Problem was, the five men that were by the rutiera before were now scattered. I couldn’t remember what he looked like. But one guy I recognized saw me lost and came up to me asking what’s wrong. So I assumed he was the driver and I gave him my little speech. He said “Okay”. And asked what languages I spoke to see if I can communicate better. He did not know any English or Italian. He also thought I was from Italy. Why do people assume that when I clearly look like a lost little American??
But anyways, I had someone that would tell me when it was my stop so I boarded the rutiera again. Very dehydrated. Very tired. Very nervous. Am avut emoții.
Then it was almost time to leave and the man boarded the bus. I recognized him, not because he was the bus driver, but because he’s the man that got irritated at me for not speaking Romanian and would be sitting next to me for the next three hours! I think I was sitting in his seat, but when I spoke to him in my limited Romanian, he realized I was just very, very lost and needed the window seat to know where I am. So he let me have it. He sat down. Greeted me again. Then the real driver came on. And off we went. Off to go see where I would be for the next two years.
And so, this rutiera ride that I was loathing was probably one of my biggest highlights of the weekend. I realized I had a greater grasp on the language than prior because I mainly spoke English at home. This man and I spoke in Romanian for the entire three hours. I had to call my future partner when we departed and I was given the wrong cell phone number. So, when I called her home phone a child answered and I panicked. I kept saying the wrong verb and he thankfully was paying attention and told me what to say. I told my future partner, Ludmila, that I was on my way!
After that he asked me what I was doing here and other general questions. He taught me some words. He’s retired now, but was a gym teacher. At one point his son called and had me talk to him. His son lives in Chicago. A lot of people from Moldova that live in the US live in Chicago.
(Galina told us a story about how she was in a store in the US, I forget if she said Orlando or NYC, and she heard someone speaking Moldovan Romanian, and it ended up being a classmate of hers that she hadn’t seen in many years.)
The man was telling me about Moldova, the history, the culture, the government. He told me things about gardens and the food. We talked and talked and talked and I was so excited. I was actually conversing in Romanian. 90% of my fear flew away. He tried to see if anyone on the rutiera knew my partner, to find out anything about them but all of the people going to my village did not know her.
And at this point we were approaching my site. We stopped. I was nervous because now I realized….I didn’t know how to get my bag from the back. I quickly began messaging a current M31 whose site is the village next to mine with every question on my brain before I arrived. Thankful for her, otherwise I doubt I could have survived that weekend without her. Thank you, Celia! Although I never met you in person, I am forever grateful!
So. When we stopped a bunch of people got on. One with a neck tattoo. The man next to me began explaining about tattoos and how I need to be careful around people with them because they could be thieves. Not everyone is, but you need to be aware based on the placement of the tattoos.
Soon later we were at the first stop in my future home. It over looked the rest of the village. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My heart began to race. The man I’d been talking to told me to stand up and he helped me push to the front. Others were getting off so I didn’t need to ask for the driver to stop. I was forever thankful for this man. I tried to say thank you enough times in Romanian to have him understand how thankful I was, I swear I didn’t have tears in my eyes. I truly wish I remembered his name. He told me how he’ll come find me again and we’ll go to church together and he’ll teach me how to milk a cow. I wonder if I will meet him again in these two years.
I got to the driver and said “Am geanta” (per Celia’s recommended phrase), meaning I have a bag. He got off and opened the back doors for me. I grabbed my bag and, me looking like quite the American, saw the two people I would be teaching with for the next two years. We greeted each other and off we went, walking the streets of my permanent site, talking, and preparing to see where I would be living.
