A taste of Moldovan life

My dad got a taste of Moldovan life today. After killing the pig this morning we had wine at 9:30am with a quick brunch before the day-long process of processing the meat began for my host family (and we slept... his excuse is jet lag... mine is currently undetermined). We then went for a walk and got caught in a light rain, and came home for a light dinner of fresh pork and before heading to the bar because I wanted to show him what the disco is like. Three hours later we arrived home, full on wine from dinner, cognac from visiting a friend, and beer from the bar. So much for a quick stop- but we really enjoyed sitting with the locals and I think they enjoyed practicing their English (and talking about the Beatles). :)