hey, I know you

Back on January 26th Jim got whisked away to the airport at around 5:20AM. I was told they would be back around 7:30/8:00AM to take me to the new hotel. Okay. I get up around 6:30 and start casually packing up my things while watching the national geographic channel and eating girl scout cookies. At 6:50 I hear this pounding. It's our coordinator she is pounding at the door, I open and she asks if she woke me...no no I'm awake. I don't look awake in my PJs and messed up hair, but I am. She asks if I need help packing up my stuff, no no I just need five minutes. She goes back downstairs and I scurry around the room getting dressed and throwing all my things into my bag.
Fast forward to a few days ago. I decide it's time to organize my stuff. See what I need to take to the orphanage, pile all the papers in their proper locations, see if I have any more thin mints, etc. While doing this organizing I notice in my pile of papers a folder that is not mine. You know when you go to a hotel there is always a folder or binder of "stuff you need to know" about the hotel. What to do when there is a fire, where to eat, those things...well I totally stole that folder from the last hotel. Maybe it's not stealing if you didn't mean to do it? I don't know.
It's not a far walk back to this other hotel, maybe 10 minutes maybe 12 if your legs are as short as mine. I keep the folder on my desk for a few day and ponder what I shall say when I return it. What I would like to say is "Hey sorry I totally yanked this from my room a week ago. You didn't charge my credit card extra, did you? It's actually a funny story how it happened..." Forget it even if I wait another few days I'm not going to learn all those words so I just walk back, hand it over, and say "izvinite" (sorry) She looks at me and then looks at the lady next to her, they start chattering, I say "da svidaniya" (goodbye) and walk off. The folder had the room number on it, so I think they will be fine.
After dropping that off I walk in the direction of the mall. I still have not purchased those tights I wrote about. I'm strolling down the street watching people run to catch the bus, shovel sidewalks, shovel roofs, and then a woman passes by me. Wait, I know that hat. I've seen that person before. More than seen her, I see lots of the same people day after day. I know that person. I turn around and she turns around too (like a romantic comedy). It's Alyssa. Alyssa is the person that did our translating at the orphanage during our visit last on the 24th. She rode back to Kemerovo with us and see will go with me on Monday. We chat for just a few minutes, but how nice it is to be able to talk to someone! She says she is just coming from the social agency, she is also in the process of adopting. Her process will be done in about 10 days. She has been in the process for 11 months that's only a couple months shorter than us, I thought it would be faster for a Russian to adopt from Russia. No translating, no traveling, less FedExing, I was wrong. Alyssa asks if I am enjoying my time here in Kemerovo. I tell her about walking down to the river, and seeing this and that. She says "The women always enjoy it. No having to cook and clean the house. It will all be over on Monday" I like her. I look forward to chatting with her on the 3 hour drive.