So, finally at МГУ, safe and sound. Its about 9:30 local time, and I am about to curl up and sleep. Alas, no internet yet, but I hope to get it up by tomorrow so that I might update the blog with these juicy tidbits!
I am apparently horrible at math… the trip from Dusseldorf to Moscow was only 3 hours long, but it seemed much longer. There was no room for people to store their bags, so mine had to sit on my feet. I finally was able to catch a few winks of sleep, but awoke myself every time , really embarrassed. I have a problem with my tonsils, which gives me sleep apnea and… well, I’m a bit of a loud sleeper as a result.
Touchdown in Moscow. Watched a few airport workers run for their lives after the snow plow clearing the runways just about blanketed them. Passport control was hell… I had my coats off, but the small room had several hundred people in it, and I felt about to black out.
Finally, I made it through, and met Chris. I was getting a little concerned, because the front two pockets of one of my suitcases was empty. My bags were stuffed to capacity when I left. I assured myself that things had just been moved about in security, and got in the car to go to the university.
With traffic and whatnot, we didn’t arrive at the university until 5 or 6ish. We were met by a very kind ladt named Marina, who then left us alone for about an hour to take care of the students who arrived earlier. When she finally returned, she took Chris and my passports to the dormitory office, and returned with little slips. She took Chris to his dorm, somewhere on the other side of the building, first. I waited. And waited. And dozed. Finally she returned. We dragged my suitcases, up stairs, down stairs, and finally to a little dorm room which was more or less exactly as I expected. It is incredibly small, but room enough for just me. After we dropped by bags off, she walked me to a little café where I ate a porky kabob. She showed me the restaurant where they serve бизнес ланч (not just for businessmen any more!) and the little market where students can grocery shop. Their C-Store has steaks and lambs. Just sayin’. Get on the ball, Stetson.
Finally, I returned to my room to unpack. Alas, I learned that both my camera battery and camera cord are missing. Other items probably are as well, but they are likely just panties or something I can’t identify off the top of my head. So, I’ll either call AirBerlin, or have mama do it, tomorrow. Makes me sad, though… what if my camera dies????
I am, as previously mentioned, about to turn in. I am absolutely exhausted, and a little sad. I sort of wish I had a roommate now, just so I don’t feel so alone. The only person I know here is asleep in another dorm somewhere across this giant building (absolutely beautiful, btw), and I am cut off from my loved ones overseas by my inability to figure out the internet here. I really want to chat with my best friend (I’m sure he’ll have a million dumb comments to add to this), and the gentleman who has been making me smile so much lately.
On that subject, OMG. Russian men=gorgeous. I see 4 attractive men for every unattractive on. Even those over 40 usually have some sort of Liam Neson thing going for them.
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