Triple S Saturday

The first S: shopping. Lena and I spent some time on Saturday doing my souvenir shopping. Not too many details here because then you would know what I got you, if you are actually reading my blog at all...heehee. I can tell you what I bought for myself though :-) We finally made it to the tea store after meaning to for about 2 weeks. I bought tea so that I can pretend that I am in Lena's apartment in Nov when I am back in the states. I also bought a cute little wooden ring for about 50 cents that matches the bracelet that I got for my birthday. The only souvenirs I have left to buy are vodka ;-) and I will probably do that tomorrow. I still have a lot of rubles left though!

The second S: strange. A couple sort of strange things happened on Saturday but I will just show you one. When Lena and I were about to cross the river at the bridge near the Kremlin, we happen to notice that the sky looked very strange indeed. It had been raining all day, and this was the result:

The third S: sweet. Ok, I will confess. When I got all the warnings from my parents and from Liza forbidding me to get married when I was in Russia I thought everyone was crazy. I am a sane, and usually rational person. I could NOT see myself finding someone all falling so in love that I would want to marry them after so short an amount of time. Don't worry, I haven't changed my mind. But, I am surprised that I have fallen, not too hard, but still, fallen, for not one, but TWO Russian guys. I also know that a few people were mistakingly thinking that the romance of Russia might lead myself and a certain ex-boyfriend who was also on the trip to maybe get back together. While I knew beyond a doubt that this wouldn't happen, I was also fairly confident that I wouldn't actually be in any sort of relationship like that while I was here. People will remember that I joked around a lot about finding a Russian boyfriend at the beginning of the trip, sometimes just to give Liza a hard time ;-) However, here I am about to leave Russia and sort of dating a Russian guy. It was one thing when I Russian I was crushin on didn't reciprocate, but it's sort of unnerving that this one does...a lot. Hence, sweet. It might be a good thing that I'm leaving because I think if I spent much more time with him I would fall, hard.

In other news, since it's actually Sunday afternoon now. Toma and Max are home!! I missed them so much. Toma looks so tan! And she brought me cute little shell souvenirs from the sea...love it. I think later I will show her some pictures of all the stuff she missed while they were gone. Pictures from my birthday and the parties at Alexander's.