Moscow Bukan jadi negara yang ada di daftar kunjungan impian, but I did it anyway. Jujur waktu pertama kali dapat info ke Rusia, agak deg-degan banget. Kayaknya gara-gara gw terlalu banyak nonton film yang ada hubungan Rusia-nya. Tapi ya dijalani aja karena ke sana buat ketemu suami. Perjalanan gw mulai dari apply e-visa yang gampang banget itu, tentunya juga dengan tiket yang sudah di tangan. Di konter check in bandara Bali, pertanyaan yang gw dapatkan sedikit agak panjang. Gw bisa lihat di muka mbaknya, "Ngapain ke Rusia lu?" Kira-kira begitu, tapi tentu saja pertanyaan formal yang gw dapetin ya semacam apakah visanya udah pernah dipakai apa belum, ngapain ke Rusia, trus visanya minta difoto (ini nggak pernah terjadi di gw), krosceknya agak lama dikit. Masuk ke custom check, kita nggak bisa pakai autogate karena di Rusia akan diminta stempel keluar negara kita. Jadi harus manual minta stempel. Seperti biasa, perjalanan interaksi gw dengan orang imigrasi di bandara selal
This is an easy post about multicultural marriage (or relationship). Take it as entertainment if you are in the same situation as ours 😆 Differences always fascinate me. Then I am married to someone from a different culture. It's challenging but also fun at the same time, here's why: One becomes grammar nazi and one becomes grammar police. I can say that he is a kind of polyglot and I speak 4 languages daily (most Indonesians are bilingual already 😉). But we talk to each other in English because my Dutch is super broken, his Bahasa Indonesia is much better than my Dutch but we usually use it for ordering foods in when we are in Indonesia only. So as a fluent English speaker, he always corrects me when I got it wrong. That's totally okay. Only it is not that okay when he did it during the fight 😂 Like how could you do that during the fight? Though I sometimes correct his Bahasa Indonesia when he tries to talk in Bahasa here, ordering something or trying to impress local