Hello,
My name is Marusia, I'm 24 years old girl made in Belarus :D.
From the very beginning I'd like to specify - me NOT Russian and !Belarus is NOT a part of Russia or smth like this! (always a pity to hear that). We are an independent country located in the very centre of Europe counting about 10 millon people.
Me with a Belarussian flag on my cheek;)
Sometimes people call us a Dranik land (Dranki - traditional Belorussian dish made of potatoes, served with a sour cream, kind of potato pancakes).
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Well, surely Belarus is not only about Draniki and potatoes. We also grow carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, LOL.
Me really in total love with Minsk and highly recommend everyone to visit this super awesome city better in the end of spring - all summer long. If you want to feel Belarus even better, then you should visit some other cities as well and go to the Belarusian countryside with its incredible untouched landscapes. I promise you won't stay indifferent!
Now I thought it would gonna to be rather a patriotic post if not one interesting fact - it was written in Barcelona :).
Today is my first month here and I feel different. I mean it's bit difficult to describe my feelings. Still no so much time passed to miss your home greatly but me already starting to realise how far all my dearest people are. No, me not complaining, no way!
Barcelona dream has been following me since my school time. I was dreaming about living here to feel myself a part of this incredible city (I dare there are thousands of us!). One month passed and me still deeply impressed.
This city is a perfect combination of the great weather (very soft, warm and a sunny almost all year long), of the powerful mountains, endless sea, tastiest food and people who can really enjoy the life itself (tranquila).
There are plenty things I try to learn from Spanish and plenty of them make me really crazy sometimes. I find them absolutely strange, inappropriate and even bit wild sometimes, so-called cultural shock. All these kind of Shocks I'm going to share with you here, trying to explain particular situations, moments, making comparison with my culture and its "norms". As you may know post USSR countries are really tend to be kind of old-fashioned in many aspects. Or maybe it would be correct to tell classic ones but not that old-fashioned.
As they say the real life starts where your comfort zone ends, I decided to check this statement, so let's see!
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