My classes vary as to what time they begin. Sometimes at 10:00am and sometimes at 11:40am. So I wake up with breakfast either covered and waiting for me or my host mom plating something hot, always supplemented with a hot cup of tea or coffee. Then I get ready for school while squeezing in a skype conversation with loved ones (who are always wondering why I am doing my hair while talking to them.) In St. Petersburg, the weather is bipolar and can switch on you in a minute so I always carry an umbrella, gloves and jacket. Every morning I walk out, I swear it gets colder and colder. The heaters have finally turned on at the university and in the apartment. I was told that they usually were turned on mid-October but apparently it got cold faster than they expected. Mondays and Wednesdays are my favorite because I get out of class at 1pm. Fridays suck because they are a full day from 10am to 5pm. But hey, it's Friday.
I sometimes wake up with food already waiting for me on the table
The inside has "творог" or cottage cheese
Russian pancakes
One of my lunches: плов (pilaf), котлеты (meatballs), капуста (cabbage), and селедка (herring)
My lovely room
The kitchen (I always eat by the window)
How the house looks like once you enter through the front door
The living room (I rarely am in here)
The view from the living room
One of the corners in the living room
Sonya, one of the cats
Going down the really really long escalator to get down the the underground metro
Watching Anton play with his band
Waiting for the metro
Dancing!
Pizza Hut with Влад, Света and Jason
Exploring the south side of St. Petersburg with my friend Ilya. This part of town looks very Soviet.
The south side during the nighttime
The University I go to: St. Petersburg State University of Political Science
The Courtyard
Still the Courtyard
Getting пирожки at the пекарнь
Казанский Собор
"Kazan Cathedral"
Церковь Спаса на Крови
"The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood"
How a true St. Petersburgan calls things (versus a Moscowich)
Trying on fur hats
It I tuck my hair in, this hat looks like my hair
On Wednesday, I had only one class and it was my Conversation class. Wednesday's are always half days for everyone and so we get out at 1pm. In class, we discussed the school and university system in the US versus Russia.
I promised my friend Lauren (who I roomed with when I first came to Russia) a drink on me since it was her birthday yesterday. I suggested a Georgian restaurant that happened to be right by my house which is also walking distance from the University. We walked over there right after we got let out. I
ordered хачапури- fried bread with cheese inside (finally! Been wanting to try it here in Russia) and баклажан- or fried and
rolled eggplant with a dip in the middle. Lauren ordered a very tender lamb kebob and Vika
had some cheese rolls with a corn crust. It was a delicacy! We chatted, laughed, shared stories, tried each others food. It was a merry brunch.
I was able to easily give directions twice today to Russians without hesitating... which means I now officially I
know my way around :)
Lauren, Vika, and I at the Georgian Restaurant
Vika and I translating the Renaissance jewelry book
On Friday, I got invited to the Opera on Ice show. I had only two hours after class to run to the theater kiosk, see if they have seats open, run home, get the money, buy the ticket, run back home, change, and eat dinner. It was totally last minute and I didn't know exactly where I was going either. But I was determined to not spend my Friday evening at home. I was only 15 minutes late to the opera. However, since I was late, I couldn't bother the grouchy old Russian ladies to get to my seat so I sat on the staircase until intermission. Despite that, the music was lovely and the ice skating breathtaking. There were opera singers singing live along with an orchestra playing while ice skaters danced.They twisted and twirled and flipped and did aerobics one handed. It was super impressive while also moving. After intermission I found my seat but was soon scolded by some angry couple that I supposedly took their seats. I offered to sit on the staircase again but Vika's host mom (who invited me to come) demanded my ticket and showed it to the lady in the fur coat next to the couple as proof that SHE was in fact actually occupying MY seat. I felt very embarrassed and uncomfortable kicking her out but Vika's badass host mom insisted. Despite that incident, what a view I had! I was on the third row from the rink; very close to the arena and the seat was way more comfortable than the hard, cold staircase.
There were a couple of star ice skaters performing that evening who have won the Olympics and stuff. People went crazy and threw bouquets of flowers at them. It was wonderful! The show ended with a Russian song and the skaters dancing in traditional Russian garments. They even brought out inflatable Russian dolls.
Anyway, when the play ended, I bonded pretty quickly with Vika's mom. She started to make plans to take me to a futbol match, a diskoteka, a park, and more. We split at the metro and I walked home. I know they say not to walk home at night but luckily my walk is well lit and on the main streets for the most part. When I get to my neighborhood, it's not too bad either.
The stage with the opera singers and the live orchestra
A couple dancing in the fog (I think the song that was playing was the Titanic song "My Heart Will go on"
Another couple skating
The inflatable Matroshka
The Russian-themed song
Elena Berezhnaya: Olympic and World Champion
Evgeni Plushenko:
Winter Olympics silver medalist- 2002
Winter Olympics gold medalist- 2006
Winter Olympics silver medalist- 2010
Three time World Champion- 2001, 2002, 2004
Seven time European Champion- 2000, 2001, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2010, 2012
Four time Grand Prix Final Champion- 1999-2000, 2000-2001, 2002-2003, 2004-2005
Ten time Russian National Champion- 1999-2002, 2004-2006, 2010, 2012-2013
**Note: These pictures were NOT taken by me
So, I didn't know Evgeni was so famous and consequently did not take any pictures of him. I was bummed out afterwards. I just thought people really liked the way he performed and that was the reason they were throwing whole bouquets at him. But apparently he really is that good...
So this was my fourth week in Mother Russia. A month later, and I finally feel a bit more at home!
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