Journey of my heart

Saturday night, November 25

Well, we're back in hotel hell and packing to go back to Moscow, the towels have never shown up. The Hotel Vostok is hosting a wedding in it's restaurant and will not serve us. I am tempted to crash the reception just for the cake and vodka! Unfortunately, Americans stick out like sore thumbs and there would be no way to blend in! This time we are a little more adventurous and decide to take a walk around the neighborhood in search of a restaurant. We walked two blocks in every direction from the hotel and could not find anything except one place that had all men eating dinner (not one woman in sight) and we were not about to crash that party! So we are right back where we started! After a light dinner of yet another Special K bar, topped off with animal crackers for dessert, we really started getting silly. Gail started modelling the latest in Siberian fashion which consisted of pajamas, socks and boots and her new fur hat! I really would love to show the picture, but I have been threatened with my life if I did! You all will just have to have a mental picture!

Jane