Mice,Lice, and all things Nice.

Life has been rather interesting the past two weeks despite my inability to share it with you all for so long. =] There have been a few new developments in my life that could be considered "worth talking about." We'll start at the top of the list.
I almost wish we had trained the cat that temporarily lived under my bed to be a house cat because now I am sharing my room with the little creatures we all know and love: mice. They must think that I enjoy their company because there is nothing for them in my room. So one or two will come out at night and scurry across my things, just loudly enough to wake me up. I have the perfect picture of one of my little friends, but I'll have to share it with you some other time (my computer is still rather nonfunctional).
Next on the list is lice. This is a first time experience for me, but it's an unwelcome first. I have a case of head lice. I'm going to try to "Nix" it and get rid of them today. Two weeks ago my head started itching and we looked, but saw nothing. It got really bad yesterday and when I took a shower I saw them. *Shudder* It's pretty much gross. I guess prayer that the nix works the first time would be much appreciated. No prayer too small, right?
And of course, last on the list: All things nice. Don't let the last two things fool you. I've had my fair share of good and fun times in the past two weeks too. One of my favorites was going on an "excursion" last Monday with the elderly. All 3 of the local elderly clubs combined, rented a tour bus, and took the day to travel south of Sighisoara. We stopped several times in these small historical towns that had old fortified churches. They were beautiful. On one of the stops we (Kristen, Kris, and I) convinced David (the elderly club leader) to climb to the top of one of the towers with us. In all reality it didn't take much convincing and the view was tremendous from the top. The main attraction that day was a "monastary." It was on the very top of one of the high hills near the mountains of Făgăraş. Sadly, it was hazy that day so we couldn't see the mountains...but it was still beautiful. Once we got there, I noticed that there weren't any monks around. I listened to a nun preach for about 40 minutes (remember, this is all in Romanian) and she explained the history of the place. I caught maybe 3% of what she was saying. After that they served us a wonderful meal of ciorba (Romanian soup-type stuff), bread, gras de porc (pork fat), and grapes. And yes, I tried the pork fat. It's definitely...different. Upon leaving after the meal, the English speakers of the group were enlightened with the fact that it was a convent! =] Haha. They don't have two separate words for those institutes in Romanian. That cleared a lot up for me.
That day was not only a lot of fun, but it occurred to me how valuable the relationships with those people are to me. God is really beginning to grow them and show me that the time spent with them is high-quality. One of my favorite things about elderly club is that it's two solid hours every day of learning about the culture and language of Romania. And elderly club remains to be pretty much the only "constant" of the past two weeks. Day to day life here always brings something new, which is good...but it's nice to have a constant too. =]
That's about all I have time to write now, but I hope to post some "picture leftovers" tomorrow. So check back to see those!