in case you were wondering
Allen:How's being vegetarian there?
- i ate THE WORST THING today
- it was a bun with cheese in it
- but it had some kind of weird cream cheese or mayonnaise spread inside
- and pickles
- i almost threw up!
- i am going to nap. it's exhausting just thinking about that shit.
- Earlier that day I tried to order food on my own for the first time...
Daily Chao:Do you speak English?
Food Cart Girl:No. Only Russian.
Cart Boy:Yes. What would you like?
Daily Chao:I am a vegetarian. Do you have anything with no meat (makes "no" hand gesture)
Cart Boy:We have hot dog. Is good?
White Night Approaches
It’s almost midnight in Saint Petersburg, Russia, and the sky is still blue—not the bright blue of morning but definitely not the dark cover of night. Milky twilight; I finally understand what Sixpence None the Richer was getting at.
It’s been a disorienting 32 hours. Yesterday, I woke up at 4:40 am to catch the first BART to the airport. I sat on a plane, then raced through JFK airport only to catch another one, a Paris-bound one, where I was stuck next to two drunk girls with major Trans-Atlantic flight anxiety and rhinestone-studded Eiffel Tower necklaces. Then another flight to Piter, where I am both thrilled to see my friend and bewildered by the foreign-ness of the experience.
While my friend was at work, I took a long stroll along Nevsky Prospekt, the main shopping drag of the city. The city is all arched windows and columns, girls with tall shoes and slender thighs, and the occasional restaurant, which I can identify because ресторан is the only Russia word I know. And because there are people eating outside.
This is just to say, I’ve arrived safely. I am confused but happy, excited for what’s to come. When I get too busy, I often forget how amazing the world around me is. The way I feel about St. Petersburg (so far, anyway) is the same way I feel about hiking through Mount Tamalpais or seeing the ocean or clambering up a hill to watch the sun rise over fields of tea; how is it possible that such an amazing place exists, and how is it possible not to think of it every single day?
Also, has anyone ever noticed that the interior of Charles De Gaulle looks both modern and outdated? Its design vision is somewhere between Virgin America Airlines and the Limited Too.
Also, is Parisian water potable? I’ve only traveled to one country where drinking tap water was advisable.