Travel takes its toll My last day in Saint Petersburg and I wake up at 4 a.m. and my face is all runny and gross. :/ I have glared at every coughing child on the train and every lady who sneezed in the elevator, but after 3 weeks, I finally got some sort of cold. I get up and close the window and take some dayquil, hoping to get control over this. I finally get up at 8:30, and have to get ready for my photo tour at 11. Feeling only marginally better, it takes the entire time to get myself showered and dressed and ready. Photo tour Once the…
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Saint Petersburg Day 3
Hermitage Museum I began the day at the Hermitage museum, a former palace turned art museum. Art museums are not really my favorite things, but I make do. I like learning about art, but going to a museum in Saint Petersburg and learning about Italian Rennaissance paintings is kind of nonsensical. However, the museum itself, another former palace, is amazing. It’s beautiful and the walls and ceilings and floors are all covered in ornate paintings and carvings and stone inlay. The museum itself is way more fun to look at than the paintings. Why spend my morning elbowing tourists out of the way to look at a 12-inch tall Raphael…
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Saint Petersburg and the Ballet
Morning time After a late night, I barely dragged myself out of bed in time to get dressed and have breakfast before the tour guide arrived. The weather has been warmer, so at least my layering routine is slightly more brief. Though my level of exhaustion is making me just forgetful and I put my socks on before my tights and put my camera in my coat pocket, then move it to my backpack, then panic when I can’t find it. It takes a lot of effort to just get myself together. Yusupov Palace I met with the tour guide and we walked half an hour to Yusupov Palace. We…
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Saint Petersburg
Arrival My train arrived at 8:30 a.m. in St. Petersburg. Breakfast of oatmeal and yogurt was served on the train at 7:30 a.m., so all-in-all, I might have slept 6 hours. After 3 weeks of otherwise going hard and not sleeping…waking up at 2 a.m. and posting here, getting up at 7, walking around the city for 2 hours before my tour starts at 10, crashing at 9 p.m. to start over, I just…am exhausted. So my guide picks me up at the train. Her name is Sophia and she is blonde and beautiful and very put-together. We walked to the car, where our driver took us to breakfast at…
