At a cafe near my hotel, I told the server I wanted to sample their vodka. She looked horrified and said she didn’t understand English. I thought this was odd since we managed to go through my orders for an appetizer, dinner entree and a cocktail.
“So sorry,” she said, refusing to offer any selections on what some people call Russia’s national drink. I gave up and asked for the bill.
ST. PETERSBURG – These cute Russian dogs are making me a little homesick for my baby back in Cow Town. On my first night in St. Petersburg, we met this shaggy pooch along the banks of Zayachy Island. He was hanging out with fishermen hunting for dinner near the Neva River.
Pavel, one of my university host, said I should probably avoid any of the fish caught from the Neva River. He mentioned something about river pollution. Good to know.
ST. PETERSBURG – I survived a 17-hour flight and checked into my hotel on the Petrogradsky Island.
Today, I played tourist with the help of my hosts from St. Petersburg State University. They gave me a driving and walking tour of the campus as well as the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood and other art highlights of the Historic Heart district.
On Monday, I teach my first journalism class. Good times.