But we survived -- on patience and humor. I provided the hard-won patience that I learned in my Siberian exile, and Kim provided the humor. And the end result is, we made it!
I'm sitting in my bedroom overlooking an incredibly noisy lower Tverskaya Street in Moscow. It is 7am local time, and the seven hours of sleep I just got feels like twenty! Everyone else is asleep. Before we went to bed, we walked up to my favorite market and bought breakfast items and some snacks. Watching Bridget stroll around the store taking it all in was wonderful. Nastia stayed by her side, chirping the names of things in Russian over her shoulder. We walked home and ate a great many Russian specialties we had missed, and then went to bed. Just before I climbed into my room, I snuck a peak into the girls' room. Bridget was out on the balcony in the dark looking down on a lit-up Tverskaya street that reaches all the way to Red Square. She had one arm slung behind her, and grasped the railing with the other, and her head was cocked upwards. She looked positively awestruck. Perfect end to a long day for me:)
PS: Apologies for typos ahead of time. Between my jetlag and blogger's broken spell-check, I can only imagine what you'll find above!