On Saturday we went to Pushkin’s last apartment, for a tour of where he lived and what it was like when he died. The tour guide spoke English, but she gave the tour in Russian for some reason with Katherine translating. It wasn’t that great, but was a cool thing to do. I still don’t understand where people slept without beds in their houses!
Came back to my homestay to discover that I had no heat or hot water. Apparently there had been an accident and they broke the hot water pipe. It was very cold and I slept in three layers that night!
See y’all around the globe!