N is in Hungary. Her class has ended, but she’s stayed on to wait for her visa to go to Saint Petersburg to live in Soviet era block housing.
It’s kind of an adventure. She thought the invitation, which she needs to get the visa, would have come long ago, but in fact it just came, and it’s a bit of a gamble whether she’s actually going to get the visa in time to catch her plane.
Luckily, I bought the cancellation insurance.
So now the plan is that she’ll submit everything and then go out to the country to work on a farm for a few days.
Today, apparently, she spent the day writing a paper in the park.
As she said about some aspect of this, although it pretty clearly applies to all of it,
“yeah, it might be ok though
or at least it will be an experience”