Last night we decided to brave the heat and go out in public. I am beginning to feel a bit like a yeti because I am unintentionally reclusive, the whole stay at home mom thing coupled with the avoidance of heat over 90 degrees (who are we kidding 80 degrees). Anyway, there is an art festival going on right now and we decided to go to the opening night party. There were booths and bands and lots of people.
We met up with our new friend Zhanna. She's Russian and it seems as though she manages to fit in a lot more z's and hard h's into conversation. Her eight year old son joined us as well, he has an American accent and I am told often corrects his mother's pronunciation.
We strolled around the art museum looking over the new exhibits and then we walked around outside. While we were wandering it hit me that we know a lot more people than we did a year ago. We could hardly walk two feet before running into friends or friendly faces.
Finally we settled in the grass and listened to some local music. I will say that the highlight was a young boy, maybe 7 years old, he had a buzz cut and was only wearing shorts. He got up right in front of the band and rocked out on air guitar and head banging. Then he ran over to his dad and gave him a high five.