My dad is a wonderful poker player. It has become a passion of his and so he’s put a lot of work into learning it and becoming good at it. But me, well, I’m not so good with numbers. So when it comes to bets I just don’t make them because I probably won’t win.
Well, today my host dad bet me 1000 USD (in a joking manner, of course) that it was not going to be dark at 4pm like my host mom and I claimed. Well, it’s 4:15 and it’s not dark yet. The sun is setting, but it’s not dark. He wins, and this is why I don’t bet.
On a side note, my host brother is home from Russia. Last year he came home for the summer, left, and didn’t come back until the next summer, but this time he’s home again and I’m kind of excited about it. It’s nice to have someone else in the house even if we don’t see each other much.