Intro

I was 20 years old when I had my right hip replaced. I had just returned from a semester abroad and was in excruciating pain. I had been diagnosed with Arthritis at 16, a side effect from the radiation treatment and chemotherapy I had received as an infant. I'm not exactly sure how I survived my travels in Europe while I was studying abroad, I must have been going on pure adrenaline. Four months of traipsing around Europe, and when I got back home I could barely make it upstairs to the living room. When I got back to the states I went to a local doctor, hoping he would prescribe me something slightly more powerful than the Advil my doctor at Mayo Clinic had prescribed me prior to my trip to Europe. The local doctor took one look at my x-ray and told me I should have gotten my hip replaced when I was diagnosed with Arthritis, 4 years earlier. Since then I've gotten my left hip replaced. And, since then, I've traveled the world many times over. A world traveler, who sets off metal detectors everywhere she goes. In 2007, I traveled to Ukraine, where I spent 9 months teaching English as a Second Language. Then, in 2009, I moved to South Korea, spending 14 months teaching ESL once again. These are the emails from my past and, since I won't be stopping any time soon, my present travels.

Monday, February 13, 2012

If You Feel Like Dancing!


Friday, September 7, 2007 7:42 AM 

Hey Everybody,
     So, last night we went out to a dance club and had a great time. I had talked with my Ukrainian friend Genie the day before and she asked if we wanted to go to a club called Sex Farm. The name is what won me over. However, once we got to the club I saw that it was called Saxon; with genie's accent I had heard wrong (I was a little disappointed). It cost 10g to get in, which is about $2. Genie, my roommate E, another teacher D, and I went. D had come with E to the metro stop where she was meeting Genie and I, but he had intended to go out with some other teachers. However since he couldn't get a hold of them, he had to hang out with us. The dance club wasn't exactly his scene and he had to pay 20g (girls got a discount) but I think he had fun.

    The dance club had two floors. The first was techno music and Genie, E and I started out dancing there. Watching people dance to techno music is so funny, I just pretended I was a robot and moved in mechanical spasms (I'm sure I looked hot). Then we all headed upstairs to where there was hip hop. We were sitting talking and a Ukrainian guy asked if D wanted to play pool with them. Ukrainian pool is slightly different than the kind we play in America. All the balls are white, you can hit a ball with any ball, and the balls are twice the size of regular pool balls, however the pockets are the same size. I guess the strategy is to hit a ball as hard as you can, aimed into the midsts of a bunch of balls and hope that one goes in, because lining up a ball with a pocket is pointless, its too big to go in from straight on. I was very confused. 

     Another observation I made was about what the women at the club were wearing. When Ukrainian women dress up the really go all out. Most were wearing skin tight something or other, and skirts that should have been bandanas. The back of one woman's dress was so long you could see almost her complete butt, red thong included. We actually had a really good time and didn't get home until 3 am. Tonight is a birthday party for a friend and then, tomorrow, I'm going with Genie to her home town to do some shopping and meet her family. I miss everyone, Love, Jacy
My friend Genie and I, along with her cousin and her boyfriend
Garden outside my apartment
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