People-watching in the states is great. People-watching in Russia is way more interesting and awkward. Interesting for obvious reasons (Russians are strange and different to me) and awkward because they tend to be silent, look down on the metro, and scowl a lot, so when I inadvertently make eye contact it's pretty obvious I am a foreigner (and I usually get a nice stern look from them). But I find that many of the stereotypes I thought of when I heard "Russia" are accurate, even more so than I imagined. The women are either unbelievably thin and high-heeled, or they are older and larger and wear these massive fur coats which literally look like a whole animal. Yeah, the fur is pretty ridiculous. A lot of the younger women wear it too, but the Babooshkas are the ones with the full-length-straight-from-the-bear's-back ones. Not to mention the hats.

I bought a fur hat the other day, actually. I pet it a lot. (But I have a whole new perspective on fur now... sometimes it still grosses me out, but in a climate like this, animals furs seem like a gift from God. My hat keeps me warmer than I thought possible.)

The past few days we've done so much I can't possibly do it justice. The ballet is one thing that stands out... We saw Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake at the Bolshoi Theatre, which is apparently where it was first performed, ever. (Though the main stage is closed for renovations; we saw it in the Small Hall). I loved it. Even though it's probably performed pretty often there, it was definitely one of those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. (I had my first run-in with a very irate Russian woman at the coat-check desk who wanted me to pay 100 rubles for upper class coat-checking. She was NOT happy when I refused, and it seems to be quite true than unhappy Russians are generally more frightening than unhappy Americans.)

Quickly, some of the other things I've done: gone to the Tret'iakov Art gallery (most famous gallery of Russian art... pretty amazing), observed at a Russian Orthodox church on Sunday morning, eaten ice cream from a stand out in the snow, toured the Kremlin, been to the museum of contemporary Russian history, gotten my picture taken with Lenin and Stalin (..impersonators), been to Pushkin square, walked the tourist-street Arbadt (where we ALMOST got on the BBC), found ourselves (myself and another girl) in an industrial back-alley of Moscow with a bunch of stray dogs, went to an outdoor bazaar (where I was really tempted to pay way too much for some nesting dolls painted like Steelers players) etc etc.

I barely got to describe any of the museums and cathedrals and the kremlin, which is what I began this entry to do, but I'm ridiculously tired. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have time to write a bit more about them.

Arrived

Arrived! The flights were long, but the layovers weren't too bad. (Interesting note: I met a man from the states who was flying to Siberia for "a romantic search"--he thinks he will find a wife.. in Siberia.) After a day of touring Red Square and the metro stations, I'm sitting in my hotel room on a very scratchy wool blanket, watching the sun go down on the city of Moscow (at 4:30 pm), and the snow is starting to fall.

It's been a whirlwind tour, so I'll give a whirlwind description.

Actually, I'm terrible at whirlwind descriptions. This may be rather long.

We got into Moscow airport last night (or morning, stateside), drove the hour to the hotel (in a very amazing vehicle, involving blue rope lights and russian rap), ate some cheese and bread, and slept. We ate breakfast this morning at the hotel. I had "kasha," which is a sweet porridge, and a cup of espresso (...a whole cup. I pressed the wrong button when i went to get coffee, and then kept forgetting to stop drinking it). At ten the group (there are 13 of us and another one on the way; so far, so good) went out to Red Square ("Krasnaye ploshchad"). It was very surreal, because you kind of don't think that it will actually look like the pictures--but it does. The first thing we did was go see Lenin, which was definitely surreal. (I suppose that is a particularly apt description for an embalmed human body placed underneath glow-y lights and set out for people to look at.) He looked very fake. But as preserved as he has been over these 80 years, it really is his body.

There is a lot of security around the tomb, and they don't let people stand and linger. We got to walk around three sides of the body, but couldn't stop to really look. Apparently, if you look closely enough, you can see his ears and fingertips disintegrating. And soon, this immortal man will make his way into the grave... It seems that Putin wants him to be buried, but is waiting for the oldest generation to die out because they still idolize him and would be offended at his burial.

Red Square itself was really cool. On one side there is the wall of the Kremlin and the tower of the Savior (the old entrance to the Kremlin back in Soviet days), at the far end St. Basil's Cathedral (which truly looks like something out of Candy Land. Today it was snow-topped), and on the other side is the beautiful and very posh "Goom," a shopping mall (at which very few Russians can afford to shop).

Of course I feel very tourist-y here, traveling in our big group, my bright red coat (which, as much as I love it, does tend to stand out), our cameras, and most of all, our inability to speak Russian. It is my goal to learn as much Russian as quickly as possible. I finally managed to say "thank you"--very badly--to the cleaning lady today, but unfortunately, hearing the language all around me has not made it much easier to pronounce.

Nowhere was the fact that we were tourists more apparent than on the Metro. But--that is not the important thing about the metro, because besides being incredibly efficient, the subway stations in downtown Moscow are incredibly beautiful. Stalin designed them as symbols of Soviet prosperity, and they look like palaces, with chandeliers, carved arches and pillars, and a lot of art. One station's ceiling is peppered with mosaics of Russian history: conquering of the Tatars, the days of the Tsars, and most prominently, the Bolshevik Revolution and Soviet rule. Lenin and Stalin are everywhere, with the traditional symbols of labor and food.

There is so much more I want to say, but it's time for dinner.