Independence Square on Constitution Day, June 28th
My village's cemetery
A memorial to the victims of the famine in the cemetery
In Dnipropetrovsk
Couples put locks on the bridge in Dnipropetrovsk (we saw this in Odessa also)
National writer and hero Taras Shevchenko... personally, I find him kinda creepy looking
A church in Dnipropetrovsk
Then the last week of their trip, we went to Odessa. Odessa is famous in Ukraine, especially because it's by the Black Sea.
Lioness and cubs statue in the City Garden in Odessa
The Opera and Ballet Theater in Odessa
Fountain near the Theater
A museum in Odessa
Pushkin!
Potemkin, at the top of the Potemkin Stairs (which were under construction when we were there)
The infamous Odessa port
I couldn't resist: a kit in a flower pot!
Catherine the Great
I put my parents on a train back to Kyiv for their flight home, and I traveled to the city of Sergeevka. I spent the next three weeks working at Camp Bereg, an English language international friendship camp with about 35 students, other PCVs, and a group of international volunteers.
It was... interesting. I guess it was one of my first real experiences working at something run by Ukrainians. It was a bit unorganized and there was no communication but... what are ya gonna do, ya know? It was fine. We went swimming in the Black Sea almost everyday, which I loved, had English lessons, sports, crafts, and competitions. The food was atrocious. I got to spend time with other Americans (win!), saw dolphins and jellyfish, slept on the roof, moved out of a moldy sanatorium into the "Shore House" (a house supposedly built for the former Moldovan president during Soviet times, but is now being turned into a hotel... it had bidets) and then back into the sanatorium, and played with puppies and kittens.
You never know what you'll find in the street
Shannon and one of the kittens living on the porch of the Shore House
Black Sea
Camping on the beach
Picking up jellyfish. They really are very squishy.
Me attempting a jumping picture with Yuri Haharin, the first man in space
Nothing says communism like an "Our Garden" sign
Kiddos at camp. The girl on the left always looked like that.
Piñata time
Found art sculpture
Bessarabia Festival. Construction courtesy of orphan labor.
Some campers and counselors singing on stage
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