I Dream of Blini

We've fallen in love with Russian-style crepes called blini. We found a stand that sells blini outside the metro and it's been an adventure trying to order some every time. Last night I was craving some fruit blini but didn't take the time to learn the word for fruit in Russian. Oops.

Fortunately we were coming from the grocery store and had just purchased a carton of juice with a picture of fruit on the carton. So we did what any two sane foreigners would do-- point to the fruit on the carton and then gesture to the blini maker like a couple of starving cavemen grunting at each other.

Believe it or not it worked and before we knew it we exchanged rubles for blini's and everyone walked away a little bit warmer and fuzzier inside.

Oh, you know, just charging our laptop. 1-2-3-4 adapters.

Cool glass bridge by where we hopped on our boat for the river tour of Moscow

A typical lunch at our school served to us by our wonderful waitress/personal lunch lady named Tatiana. She's 65, speaks only Russian, and secretly scares the poop out of both of us.

After a few days of finding uneaten sourkraut-filled rolls on our dirty dishes she confronted us today. She speaks no English. We speak no Russian. After five minutes of her waggling her finger at us and hearing the Russian word for "no like," We deduced that she was upset about the rolls and asked each of us individually if we wanted a sourkraut roll or not. We were too scared to say no and as soon as she left we started figuring out ways to smuggle the roll out undetected. Best smuggle: Kels attempting to stuff a roll into her juice box.

Rarrrrr!

Just outside Red Square

Again outside the square

Now that I'm looking at these two pics I realize that they're the same pic. One with flash. One without
Just another one of those cool buildings outside Red Square. Hopefully they'll open up the square sometime in the near future so we can send some pics of the inside. That'd be cool.

Random parade for Moscow's birthday party. Woot.
More glamor shots. (Of downtown Moscow of course:)

Yup, you guessed it. Just outside Red Square





Our group. From left, Michaela, Kels, Stud, Maggie, Gerrardo (or as Kels likes to call him, Herrardo), and Jacob

Asia. Represent!

Peter the Great

The metro has the hugest, longest, steepest escalators ever!

And that's it. For now.

Kisses and hugs.