So much to write I don't know where to start

It's so weird that  I don't know what to say.No idea at all. Maybe the more I type things will start coming to me. I guess I could start by saying some ways it's different here.I'm afraid soon I won't notice that these things are different than what I'm used to because I'm getting used to them already and I've not even been here a week.I'm afraid I've forgotten a lot already.
     They eat real meals, at every meal.. a typical meal is soup,potatoes,chicken or some other type of meat, and a salad ( like tomatoes and cucumber ) or something like that. I went shopping the other day, there aren't shopping karts like we're used to...they were bigger baskets than we have, with plastic wheels and a plastic handle that you pulled up like a suitcase handle..only bigger. You  bag your own groceries and when the cashier hands you your change she puts it on this little plastic thing in front of you..not your hand.The pizza is different but amazing.They drink carbonated water more than regular water.On the water track, they have these awesome fruit flavored syrups, back before they had soda in communism they had this. It's amazing. and you can make your drink as sweet or not as you want. There are stray dogs and cats everywhere. It makes me sad :( They don't bother you though, they're used to being strays and people not wanting to deal with them.I'm starting to kind of get used to hearing Romanian instead of English.I said kind of because I mean kind of. haha. The other day I was counting something in my head..I counted in Romanian instead of English...it freaked me out. My brother said that's a good thing that that happened though, and I've decided to agree with him.Ummm everything looks different here haha but it's cool. And again I'm starting to get used to it. Oh skinny jeans everywhere! On the women ha not the men.I haven't encountered one bratty kid.No humidity.I've not noticed bugs/masquitoes.Nothing is siding...everything is brick and plaster.The doors in our rooms in my apt look like they would be the front door to a house in America..very nice. I know there is SOOO much I'm forgetting. :(

Now some things that are the same :D ( I helped with the 3 yr olds in the school yesterday..music starts in like a week )

little tears,giggles,hands clutching your hand and your pants leg,the words mama and daddy over and over again,hugs,whispers,fighting over a toy,not wanting to take a nap,thinking going down a slide is the most exciting thing ever,little kisses blown to you and planted on the cheek.

I've discovered something this week. With children at least,you don't have to speak the same language to communicate.

I am ridiculously blessed.