It is vacation, after all?

Alright.
So maybe I lied when I said I would have plenty of time to update you on more things about Russia.
I do hope to do this someday, or, if you really want to know, you can ask me and I shall spill all the beans.


In the meantime, I'll fill you in on my life as of late:

I'm entering week four of my six week break. A few people from school are here with me, making this by far the most entertaining of breaks I've had yet. Another friend from Russia also came to visit for New Years, and I got to see some high school friends who I haven't seen in way too long.

Side note -- how is it already 2010? This is getting ridiculous.

Anyways, I've been trying to be a good tour guide and take people to all these nifty little unknown corners of Germany/Europe, while also forcing the guests to try different kinds of German beer (I'm sure they really hated me for that) and eating as much of my mom's food as humanly possible. We even got to go up to Bremen, Germany, to visit some fellow Dickinson students who are studying there for the year.

We've ran into Russians literally every place we've been to.
We take a day trip to Bruges, Belgium, and who is in front of us in the line to go up the bell tower? Why, a group of Russian tourists, of course, complaining about the long line. (I found this slightly ironic.)
We venture up to northern Germany only to see a stereotypical Russian man (in the black leather jacket, slightly greasy hair, and sneaky aura type way) reading a Russian newspaper right behind us.
We get to Bremen and find a group of Russian school students doing their little circle dance in the middle of old Bremen.


As the saying goes, you can take the girl out of Russia, but the Russians will just follow her everywhere she goes.