Saturday, April 7, 2007

4-7-07

4-7-07

Today Hannah, Becky, Hillary and I went to a flea market way south of town. Lots of crazy and weird stuff to be found, as you can imagine. I’m still on the hunt for Maggie’s present. I think the problem is that I have far too clear of an idea of what I want to get her in my mind, and it’s handicapping everything else. Although she and I agreed (We just spoke on the phone) that had I gotten her one of the old Soviet gasmasks I saw that it would’ve been a little weird. I did get one more gift out of the way, though.

After that we met up with Mattison on Nevsky and then randomly ran into Brandon and Nohemi walking down Nevsky as well. It’s crazy that in a city of millions of people, we manage to run into people we know rather often. I suppose on Nevsky it’s not that weird, as it is THE place to be.

Anyway, then we went to Mama Roma for a tasty Italian lunch/dinner. Linner? They have 1/2 price pizzas from 4-6, so it worked out rather well. Right now, I’m just chilling in the apartment. Marina’s been gone since 3, and will be gone until late because tomorrow’s Easter (more on that later), so she left me some salad in the fridge, and some bread and an orange on the table. I’m going to go into the city to Quo Vadis to post some entries and surf the web a bit, then I’ll come back here and have a late dinner.

Then at 10:45 I’m meeting Hillary by her house, and she and I are going to go to an Orthodox Easter service. They begin at 11 o’clock and last til about 3, with socializing afterwards lasting til 5. We don’t plan on staying for the whole thing, just checking out the experience. I mean, this could be an once-in-a-lifetime type thing, so why not? It’d be cool to go to one of the big churches in the city center, but the bridges have started operating and that would leave us stranded on the mainland. Instead, we’re staying on the island, going to a church that’s within walking distance from both of us. Should be an experience.

Okay, Sally, put some socks on, and let’s get going.

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