Chelsea is Crazy

While we were in the grocery store here, Kaufland, Kelsey decided to take a picture of some weird cheese. Some random guy was a few feet away from us in normal clothes talking on a cell phone. As soon as the picture was taken, he flipped a lid! He ran over to us and started speaking really quickly in Romanian. Kelsey just spoke in English and said: "Sorry, I didn't know. I'll delete it right now." He didn't speak English, but he pointedly looked over her shoulder as she deleted the picture. We have dubbed him the Kaufland Gestapo.

"Sometimes I think I have a brain tumor because the wrong things come out of my mouth." -Kelsey F.


All Chelsea:

"Are you going to show us those one things? The ones you said we were going to get on the way to that one place?"

Perfectly serious: "Guys, I'm just book smart."

"I have a really bad problem with speaking. I need to get that fixed."

About an American kid's weird name: "What? Do they want their kid thrown in a trashcan afterschool?? If you hate your kids, don't have them."

After a panicked look as we were about to go in the apartment for the evening: "GUYS! for a second there, I thought my bra was on the outside of my shirt!...I was going to say, 'you guys didn't even tell me!'"

"When I'm in an old folks home, I will be running around with my pants off."

"And my butt's name is Sheila...but I never named my stomach before this."

Not funny:
Today we attempted to play a combination between soccer and volleyball with some random guys outside of the church building. After about 2 minutes, they told us to stand to the side and watch (clearly because we were terrible and didn't really know the rules. It was rather humorous.

We finally went to the orphanage today. For the next week we're going to work in all of the rooms so that we can figure out which room we want to work in for the rest of the summer. We also went to the hospital for the first time today.
I was placed with a little orphan boy who had had surgery on his heart. His skin was all rashy and his breath was extremely raspy. I picked him up for a little bit, but I was so hot and sweaty, I was afraid I was making him uncomfortable. So I set him back in his crib and played with him. Then one of the nurses came in (who was super nice and understanding about me not knowing Romanian). She let me feed him (with a bottle obviously) but then she communicated to me that I shouldn't pick him up because then he would start crying when I set him back down to leave...okay...

We had an exciting FHE today. We played pictionary in Romanian, which was exciting since 90% of us were American. But we had a native speaker investigator on our side, so we were the best, obviously. Though I called out quite a few on my own. Props to myself.