When we first got to Russia, we dragged all our things through the snow to a hotel where they immediately gave us each a packet with a bunch of information and our room keys. My first 20 minutes at the hotel were spent listening to Macklemore and looking through this packet. Part of the packet was a schedule of all the excursions, trips, and activities, and very near to the end of this list was the Spring Ball. I was excited to discover that it existed, but man, it was sooo far away. Well, sooo far away was yesterday, and it was really fun! I ended class at 5 and then ran around like a maniac doing hair, make-up, and throwing on my dress while shoveling food into my mouth before the ball started at 6. The whole thing was awesome - everyone looked fancy, people were taking pictures, there were snacks, and the dance classes this past week really paid off. There was lots of waltzing, hanging out on the sides with friends, and in the end, they even played some Thrift Shop and we got our real dancing on. It was a totally awesome night.
The opening dance - the Polonaise
With Jess
With Raychuuuull
Today, I went to the craziest market ever - more hardcore than anything I saw in Africa. At first, the market looks too normal; there are a couple storefronts selling jackets and t-shirts. Then, the stalls begin, with piles of knock-off sunglasses, old H&M clothes, and inexpensive leather jackets. After the stalls are the tables with Soviet pins and books, old shoes, and cleaning supplies. If you think this is weird enough, wrong. Next comes the glorious field of mud, where people are just selling literally anything they can on blankets and bubble wrap and wooden planks. Used silverware? Yes. A couple nuts and bolts? Why not. Chocolate eggs with toys inside minus the chocolate? Absolutely. I loved it, and would definitely come back to try to find a fabulous new sweater to bring home.
This week, we only have two days of school before our trip to Pskov. YES. Next post will be all about our lovely trip INTO THE WOODS.
