I taught in a quilt shop in Moscow today. It is one of the largest and brightest quilt shops I have ever been in -- and it is underground!
I caught my interpreter walking around the corner:
That was only one small part of the store.
I met some very talented quilters today. We had a lot of fun together:
After work, I hung out with my new friend, Mr. Marx:
And Red Square? Been there, done that.:
(translation: Red Square)
My Russian is getting better (as in I know over 20 words now), but I still cannot read anything but "Restaurant" (PECTOPAH), My translator told me what the above sign said.
All kidding aside -- is it OK to confess that I teared up when I walked into Red Square? I have no emotional attachment to the place, but it was so beautiful and it was so incredible that I was actually there! I am a simple gal from a humble home and never did I ever dream that going to Russia would be possible. Florida, yes. Paris, maybe. Russia, no. I am so incredibly grateful to be here.
I am staying in an amazingly gorgeous hotel. I am in one of the smaller rooms here. It is modest in size, but beautifully appointed.
Was I kidding?
And the bathroom:
Yeah, I just had to do that