ONE WEEK AMERICAN IN MOSCOW Logan Smith, a student we were almost exhausted after two trips by rail in two days, and those hilarious weekend that have stood us in Suzdal. I woke up around 10 o'clock in the morning, looked at sports news, which could not lift me up, and went for a run at the area where he lives, my friend Paul. One of the best ideas, who visited me during my travels, had the idea to use a special site on which it was possible to calculate a route to run, even in an unfamiliar city. The site uses Google release cards that help you find a route for a morning workout in almost any city in the world, or create your own. I prefer to create your itinerary, and since I use this service for quite some time, and on the ground I almost do not get lost. Strange building in the heart of course I said "almost never lose, that is, every time I'm still lost their way in this labyrinth of houses and streets, and that day was no exception. I wanted to go for a run to the nearby monastery, near which is the cemetery where buried various important persons round it and come back. I'm lucky I got to the monastery without any problems, but here's round it to the adjacent street I could not, because in the end, I ran to the river (ie, ran the wrong way). Well? With sign language I managed to find my way home. Then I went on the Arbat (this is the same as Pearl Street in Boulder, Colo., Downtown Mall in Charlottesville, Carnaby Street in London, etc.), there to find the guides for the final part of my journey. My budget just become easier by 2500 rubles ... I went looking for a subway station, but it never found. Then I decided to go on foot, which eventually took me about an hour. I think you already knew that night I slept like a log. Arbat The next morning I received an unexpected email from one of Russian students, in which he asked if I wanted to hang out with him. Of course, a bit surprising when you offer just somewhere to go and relax, but we talked with Paul and have decided that nothing terrible about it. So I packed up and went to 3 hours to the metro station, near which we agreed to meet. During the entire trip on the subway, I just thought about films like "Kidnapped" and how young travelers take a hostage and sold into slavery. True, I am comforted thinking that I could always escape. After all, I'm just an American loner without a mobile phone in a big foreign city that does not even know how to say in Russian, "Help, I was kidnapped, call my parents or to the American Embassy." Nevertheless, in my head loomed quite a clear picture of how I explain the gestures to the request to someone from the locals. Novodevichy Cemetery Despite my concerns, Eugene was a great guy, besides, it came with a girlfriend - an Englishwoman who was in the same situation as me: he sent her text messages and invited "hang out". Turns out he just wanted to practice their English while trying to stay away from the Russian, whom he described as "disaffected and sullen." Somewhere I've heard. We went to the Novodevichy convent and cemetery (just the second cemetery for two days) and looked at the graves of famous people in Russia, such as Yeltsin and Chekhov. It was nice to communicate in English with their peers, but even better was to get a good Russian translator who can decipher these inscriptions on the graves. After the cemetery we decided to visit the monastery. Before you go to the Arbat (again) we have a little snack. We chatted for a good, but Eugene had invited one of his Russian girlfriend, a student, which a week had to go to training in the one and only city of Dover, in Delaware. She knew a lot about the city of Rehoboth Beach, as been there before, and we had a great time discussing the differences in education between the two countries. That's what I learned: the Russian students at a time can be more than 20 different items, they go to college 5 days a week, from 9 am to 6 pm. And they take exams in 5-6 subjects, which are relevant to their specialization in other subjects they have simply not a differential system of credits (pass / fail). Terrific! Read more:
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