Silka

I am now at Russian boot camp (otherwise known as "a summer immersion program") at Beloit College in Wisconsin. I was totally planning to take a million photos of the campus, which is very red-brick and picturesque, but my camera batteries ran out so you are spared the picspam.

However, once I get batteries, I am going to take a picture of the swing seat hanging between two oaks, because it's awesome and if I ever have time off Russian (ha!) I totally want to sit there and read.

I have a single room, which is charming and cozy and lonely, and a box of Brussels cookies to cheer me up. Has anyone here eaten Brussels cookies? They're the second cousin of Milano cookies, and they have dark chocolate filling smooshed between two crunchy, delicious cookies. No one eats Milanos for the bland cookie part; but the cookie is just as good as the chocolate in a Brussels.

Also, they radiate the aroma of dark chocolate. You know how you can smell peaches ten feet away? Just so can you smell this cookie. Mmmmmm.

Pepperidge Farm should totally hire me to help them advertise. All they'd need to pay me would be give me boxes and boxes of cookies.

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In other news, I met a girl named Silka today. The name is apparently a German variant of Cecilia, and I want to take it home and feed it crème brûlée.