Babushki

                I’ve decided that the women at the front desk of our hotel deserve a special post. They are such mothers. They do your laundry for you, scold you for not sorting it, re-sort it into the appropriate piles after they separate colors for washing, fold the laundry (really? I don’t even fold my own laundry), and then give it back, all in the same day. They’ve also scolded me for not wearing slippers around, because you don’t do that in Russia. It’s very rude, and the woman was also pretty considered that my feet would get could, and I’d get sick. And they’re just so sweet. I love Russian women. Can I keep them?

                Also, the cats here are awesome. They’re everywhere, and very willing to receive attention. And, finally, for my own memory’s sake – I’d like to point out that midnight is as bright as day.