We were in the immigration courthouse here earlier, and the lawyer we were with was talking to one of the official interpreters. He was a truly charming old man; I bet he does fine, for real.
Anyway, when she first said hi to him and pointed out the three of us who were with us, he said: "Oh, are these the tundra people?"
Yes, we are.
Also we went to an Indian place for lunch, where a Lithuanian woman was our waitress. One of the food items she brought to me, she explained, was this: "It's the day of soup. I mean, soup of the day."
Words cannot express how proud I am of the as-far-as-I-know-undefeated traveling Minnesota beer pong team (of which I am not a part), as well.
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