The Travel Diaries: Random Pics of Russia
/A friend from the trip is more on the ball getting his pics up and available. I've borrowed a few to give you a taste of what we experienced.
A friend from the trip is more on the ball getting his pics up and available. I've borrowed a few to give you a taste of what we experienced.
We're back! For the last 10 days Blair and I have been on a tour of Russia with quick stops in Estonia and Finland. We arrived back home around midnight on Thursday and are just now pulling out of the jet lag. (I woke up at 4:30 am on Friday full of energy, cleaned the house top to bottom, then promptly collapsed into bed for a 6-hour nap.)
We haven't yet mustered the courage to sit down and go through our photos. The curse of the digital camera is that you feel the need to photo-document every step of your journey. I'll pick out the best and post soon. I'll also try and avoid giving a blow-by-blow description of our trip, although the next few blog entries will cover some of the highlights.
For now, I leave you with the group photo above, taken outside the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. The Winter Palace was the official residence of the Russian monarchs from 1732 to 1917 and is now the site of the Hermitage museum. We had quite the excursion there, but more on that later. I've also included a quick list of my observations of the many amenities--or not--offered during a tour of Russia. Enjoy!
What Russia Has In Abundance:
What Russia Is Lacking:
It's good to be home. I've never considered myself an overly patriotic person but when the customs officer at Dulles stamped our passports upon reentry to the U.S. and said, "Welcome home, folks," I almost cried. God bless America.
Cheers,
Dena
I'm typing this under a medicated Nyquil-haze, which probably explains my willingness to out myself on what may be a semi-icky post, but here goes nothing.
I was talking to BFF Trisha on Thursday, as I drove toward Cincinnati. We were talking about packing and I mentioned that it's always a relief to visit her because even if I forget something, she'll have it. We're the same shoe size, we use the same hair products, exchange clothes and jewelry, etc. We hung up and I continued driving and about an hour later--for no reason I can discern--a lightbulb went off in my head. I called her back.
"For the love of God," I said. "I forgot to pack the only two items on the planet I can't borrow from you."
"And that would be....?" she asked.
I'm traveling soon from my home in North Carolina to see my best friend Trisha in Cincinnati. It's about an 8-hour drive, and a pretty drive for most of the way. (Things get ugly when you cross into Ohio. Sorry, buckeyes.) Usually I'd have no problem making the drive but this time I was hoping to fly. My visit is only 4 days, including drive time, and one day while I'm there Trisha and I area driving to Columbus (about 2 hours each way) to see my cousin and her new baby.
That's a whole lotta driving.
So I hopped on Delta where we have skymiles and onto Priceline, just to check out the competition, hoping to find a "cheap" flight.
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