Friday, December 28, 2012

Дом книги House of Books

Larisa and I went for a walk to the bookstore in Saint Petersburg across from another Church. I am not sure which church it was, I know it wasn't church of the spilled blood. (Not Jesus' spilled blood some Romanovs' spilled blood.) 

You wear heavy coats, boots, shoes, gloves, etc and then you get in the store and it's warm and toasty. I take my coat off, and look around, Russians would rather sweat through the heat. I can't stand it.
I found a million things that I liked looking at and a dozen or so postcards. Also a bunch of other uncessary items. I keep trying to not buy things, but Larisa was like, this or this, how about this for Loki. In the end we had a grocery basket full of stuff. Then you look at the stuff that you bought, and the price on the register, 3378, and your jaw drops. I move the decimal over to about 33.78. It's amazing how these people consistently live with such inflation.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

I don't really know what day it is

I am not really sure, what time it is. We flew from Portland to Amsterdam. Then Amsterdam to Saint Petersburg. We are in Russia! You can tell because they drive super crazy. We took a taxi last night, and we arrived on Nevsky Prospect. We are staying in the most expensive district in the city. I will of course, upload photos later today. I tried calling my family, but they were unable to answer the phone. What I thought was interesting was the taxi drivers. They stood behind the metal detector, with a representative looking for people needing rides. Then he goes to the pool and asks them, who has a bigger car. Or who can take this many people. Peters mother met us at the airport and we had a million suitcases.