In order to enter Moscow & St. Petersburg, the last two stops on the tour, we need to get visas to enter the country. I toiled over the application for a few days, had some extra passport photos taken, printed my hotel voucher & invite from our Russian comrades. The paper looks something like this:
200 clams later, I have a Russian visa. Yes, money may not buy happiness, but it sure can buy entry to a former communist country. The temperature in Moscow was 9 degrees (F) last week. The waitress at the bar we went to last night just happened to be from St. Petersburg (coincedence, me thinks not), the temperature in DC last night was about 25, much less with wind chill. I asked the retired gymnist (just a hunch) how bad the weather was in St. Pete in the winter, she said, take your shirt off and go outside, then you'll be getting close. I can hardly wait, and I'm sure neither can the Russians.
Tomorrow, I may actually start thinking about packing clothes.
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