When Jeremy and I lived in Russia, we took a May Day holiday trip to Estonia and Finland. In Tallinn, Estonia, we stayed at a bed & breakfast of sorts just outside of town. It was a cute little red country house, run by a 20-something single man named Ivo.
When he introduced himself to us, he said his name, and to both Jeremy and me, it sounded like "evil." Jeremy asked him to repeat it, and he said, again, "evil." We let it pass, but later on in the introductory/orientation conversation, Jeremy asked him how his name was spelled.
"I-V-O," he replied. We were both relieved. And then: "But it's pronounced, 'EVIL.'"
Several years have passed since that trip, which was a wonderful holiday, by the way, and I'd recommend Estonia or Finland to anyone, but we still talk about the House of Evil.
Here is another house of evil. I saw this video on Miss Nemesis' blog and I think I've contributed at least 20 views to its total of 52,000.
When he introduced himself to us, he said his name, and to both Jeremy and me, it sounded like "evil." Jeremy asked him to repeat it, and he said, again, "evil." We let it pass, but later on in the introductory/orientation conversation, Jeremy asked him how his name was spelled.
"I-V-O," he replied. We were both relieved. And then: "But it's pronounced, 'EVIL.'"
Several years have passed since that trip, which was a wonderful holiday, by the way, and I'd recommend Estonia or Finland to anyone, but we still talk about the House of Evil.
Here is another house of evil. I saw this video on Miss Nemesis' blog and I think I've contributed at least 20 views to its total of 52,000.