|Giorgos, who has, in fact, eaten pasta before.|
|The ingredients for our pasta party|
|Some of the prepared food (but not all!)|
We may have gone overboard. I say may because the surplus of pasta we had actually helped to contribute to the overall vibe of the party, which was a success, so perhaps if we had merely made an appropriate amount of pasta the pasta party would not have been quite so fun... Or I could just be making excuses...
|Plenty of pasta|
I did not cook on my own, though. I was assisted throughout the entire process by the magnificent, irreplaceable, Josephin. And after a few hours, we were joined by my perfect counter-part, Hates-to-cook-but-loves-to-clean Angelina.
|Josi gets creatively crafty|
Josi was also the brain behind our decorations for the evening. Besides making pasta and pasta sauce, we also tried to have a flag for each nationality present. So, we bought flag toothpicks, but this set didn't have Bulgaria, Greece, Turkey, or Russia, so there was a problem. We decided to hack apart the flags of other countries to create flags for our guests. This is where I should mention that I have no office or craft materials at my apartment. I had: a blue pen, a black pen, paper that was printed on one side, candles, and sewing scissors. With these materials, Josi created a Bulgarian flag and a Greek flag. We considered making a Turkish flag, but the whole crescent moon and star thing was complicated, and we just ran out of time and got lazy for the Russian flag... At any rate, considering the materials available, particularly that we were using melted candles as an adhesive, we did spectacularly.
|The Greek flag, before we sealed it shut with wax and before we trimmed off the extra stripes on the bottom.|
I won't go into painstaking details about the food present. Suffice to say there was pasta in lots of shapes, and there were several varieties of sauces.
|Daka and Josi just couldn't wait to try the tortellini.|
I fear I've gotten off track. I should have told you the attendees of this pasta party several paragraphs ago. The responsible writer in me knows I should just insert may cursor in the text somewhere and remedy this problem, but an unidentified, lazy part of me would rather explain all this to you and then tell you now. Clearly that lazy bit of me won out. At any rate, in alphabetical order by ethnic nationality: Daka of Bulgaria, Josi of Germany, Achilleas of Greece, Giorgos the Macedonian from Greece, Angelina the Russian-Tatar Romanian who was born in Uzbekistan, Atilla the Turk, and Katelyn from the United States. No two ethnicities were duplicated at our party. Yay!
|Our lovely guests|
After dinner we played Apples to Apples. Somehow Giorgos won. (If I just leave that without explanation it sounds a bit mean. Giorgos, God bless him, has the worst English skills of the bunch of us. Apples to Apples is basically a vocabulary game. He won rounds several times without even knowing the meaning of the word or phrase he was playing. And he won the entire game.)
Other things of note at our pasta party: Daka brought homemade ketchup from his grandmother in Bulgaria. It was my first time trying homemade ketchup. It was yummy and has some sort of unidentified (by me) ingredient that tastes like Christmas. I'm hooked.
|Ketchup from Daka's grandmother. I didn't snap a photo until I'd already finished half the bottle.|
|The Money Sense gang who came to ice skating. To find me, look for my hat.|
|Such a pretty hair pin!|
On Sunday I had dinner with Mihaela, my landlord, and her niece, Flori, and Flori's boyfriend, Cornel. (I've mentioned them before in my earlier posts.) We helped Mihaela to put up her tree and to decorate it. Flori and Cornel also gave me a snowman mug and a big bar of chocolate for Christmas, and I took some special requests for souvenirs from the US.
|Flori and the Christmas tree, pom de cracuin|
|At the Christmas party.|
Tomorrow is my last full day in Constanta before I leave for two weeks, so I have a lot to do. I have to teach class, buy some last minutes gifts, and go to the closing event for Money Sense. Then I hope to see Angelina one last time before I go. To make things a little less stressful tomorrow, I have to pack and to clean my mortifingly dirty apartment tonight. But I don't want to, so I am blogging instead...
Well I've procrastinated enough, so it's time to get to work. Perhaps I will post something from the states, otherwise, see you all next year!